#(I wanted to scoop Marc's eyes out)

[oddballwriter]

The Baby Dream

Summary: You tend to have "the baby dream" every once in a while, but you never really mentioned it to your boyfriend Marc let alone had a conversation about having a baby with him in general. You tell him about the one you just had this time.

Warnings: not really anything real to warn about other than the reader's character feels a little sad when they find out that their baby was only something in their dream. Implied afab reader and implied that they breastfeed their baby. 

Author’s Snip: I have a mix of baby fever and recently had a baby dream of my own so I decided to use that as a prompt.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 618

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (you too can join my tag list, just ask)

The sound of a small soft grunt and whine wakes you right up. The morning sun breaches through the bedroom curtains and gives the room a soft lighting that makes the room visible without burning your still sleepy eyes. You look around for a bit, finding Marc still asleep and snoring softly. You sit up in bed and find the source of the noise, seeing a crib in the corner of the room along the wall.

Oh, looks like Mel's awake. Who's Mel? You and Marc's baby daughter of course!

You get up, careful not to wake Marc since he dealt with her waking up and crying in the middle of the night. Walking over to her crib, you look down and see her look back at you with her cute little eyes. They look just like the boys', all big and doe-like.

You scoop her up and out of her crib and cradle her in your arms. You feel her weight in your arms along with her squirming slightly to get comfortable.

"Good morning," you softly coo, "How'd you sleep? Huh?" you ask her. Of course, she can't answer, but judging that she didn't wake up crying like she usually does when she's had trouble sleeping, she slept just fine. Mel's tiny hands grip your pajama shirt. "I see we want breakfast now," you comment in response to her grabbing.

You walk back to the bed so that you can be comfortable while you feed her, but when you're supposed feel yourself sit, you wake up.

The room looks just the same, say for the fact that Marc is in the act of getting up out of bed this time. "Oh shit, sorry, hun. Did I wake you up?" Marc asks. You shake your head and carefully sit up and look towards the corner where Mel's crib was, but there's nothing there. No crib or baby...

Right. You don't have a baby together. It was just another baby dream that you have occasionally. You feel a bit of weight in your chest at the fact that you and Marc's baby girl wasn't real. Even though she only existed in your dream for a moment it felt so real. Like you actually had her and took care of her.

You realize that you're starting to tear up and shake off the feeling. "Sorry, I just had a dream," you explain. "Do you want to talk about it?" Marc gently asks. You take a moment and then a breath. "We had a baby," you say, "That was it. We had a baby together and I woke up to her waking up and I held her for a bit before I actually woke up." you explain further. "It's a normal thing. I have dreams where I have a baby from time to time." you mention.

Marc just look at you for a second. You look towards him to see what has him so quiet. He has that look on his face when he's thinking about something and trying to choose his words. You let him do his thinking before he finally speaks. "Do... you want a baby?" he asks.

"Yes?" you say, unsure yourself. "I don't know. It's sort of a hormone thing, like baby fever," you say. "We've never really had that talk before, I know. So I don't know if you want to have kids," you mention. "Okay, but do you want to have kids someday?" Marc rephrases his question. "Yeah. I'd like to have a family with you someday when we're ready." you answer.

Marc nods. "Yeah..." he says, "I think that would be a good conversation to have sometime soon." he adds with a slight smile.

[pygmi-cygni]

greed - marc spector

Greed - selfish desire for money, status or power

So this is in part inspired by @missdictatorme's post here but is also part of my Seven Sins series

have we all seen the tinkerbell gif? do y'all know what that is? you should. if you don't you're too young to be here.

ANYWAY.

cw: guess. spanking, sex, angry sex - not hate sex, marc is just Aggressive, 18+, reader is an avatar for Ra, afab reader, face riding, semi-public sex.

*i made reader small just because of the fairy thing but that doesn't mean 'skinny' it just means proportionally small. this is too many disclaimers just read it xox

He hated asking for help. God, it burned his skin alive to bow down to that level. It felt like he was a grumpy child asking for help with his shoelaces. But even Marc knew it had to be done. This mission was too big to be done alone.

He met your eagerness with cruelty. Refusing to look you in the eye, Marc barked orders and beckoned you into the fight. As an avatar of Ra, you had quite the arsenal for tricks and weapons. Marc didn't want to admit, but it was pretty damn impressive.

With the effortless grace of a dancer, you swept the feet out from another assailant, swinging your mantle expertly into his face.

Marc stumbled back, watching you dance around your opponents, face serene as dawn.

Oh shit-

A man came up behind you, too fast for you to catch. Marc lurched forward too slow, and the man's fist collided with your shoulders. Buckling, you collapsed in a pool of gold shimmer, radiating out from the point of impact.

Huh. Marc filed that away for later, scooping you up and slamming the assassin's face into a stone wall. The man collapsed, surrounding himself in irony crimson sludge.

You would be fine, but Marc still propped you up, pulling off his mask to inspect you for injuries. Catching your breath, you wheezed a grin.

"You...you didn't say you were pretty," you coughed around a laugh, winking at him with your good eye.

Marc flickered a grin, ignoring the way his cheeks heated. A subtle warmth radiated off of you - the heat of Ra's healing rays at work. He subconsciously pressed closer, drinking in the heat. Your breathing had evened, dark eyes watching his with interest. He looked away, shifting back. The luster of your strong arms was intensely preoccupying his mind. It made you pearlescent, glowing in the moonlight.

Sun and moon, two peas in a pod.

He was delirious. Mumbling something about needing bandages, Marc fled, sweeping off into the night sky. He felt the warmth of your gaze burning his back for hours later. Stumbling into the kitchen, he didn't wait to undress before fisting himself furiously to the vision of your halo, crying into his hand.

Every fight, you danced the waltz of tension. The rope twisted and knotted tighter each time, heated gazes now molten magma in your eyes. Marc had his fair share of sinister fantasies, jaw aching with the urge to bite into your neck.

He thought back to the shimmering halo that enveloped you after each hit. He could make you shine brighter than anything.

Hot, heavy lust pounded thickly as he ran, feeling like weight dragging at his heels. His core was roiling, twisting his gut so hard he almost groaned a release in the middle of the alley. The fight was over, you'd parted ways with a slow, coy wink and a flourish of shimmering breeze. The scent of linen and honey coated his mouth like a drug, making logic feel floaty and detached.

Marc shuddered against a wall, growling loudly. He sucked in lungfuls of soiled London air, wishing that it was your smell. Panting, he tried to shut out the building arousal.

"O-oh fuck," he gritted out, flexing his hands against the mossy wall.

Something gently rustled his hair, sweet air swirling around his nose.

"You," he breathed, stumbling towards the end of the alley. Your concerned expression met his.

"I heard you," were the frantic words out of your mouth, assessing him for damage, "are you-"

Marc slammed you against the wall, mouth snarling over yours. A surprised yowl was swallowed by his urgency. You moaned weakly, hands shoving at his chest. Quickly, you relented, sinking into the wet heat of his mouth. He licked and sucked at your tongue, drinking in every noise and breath you made. That familiar heat was rising around your skin, making his spine prickle with lust.

"Need," he gasped, groaning into your neck, "off-"

His strong arms bracketed you against wet brick while he dug his fingers under your wraps, cupping your center with a moan. You rocked gently, eyes wide at the cresting feeling of his fingertips on your wetness.

Marc smiled slowly, greed burning alongside his lust. He watched your expression shift as he softly stroked your folds, shuddering into waterfalls of pleasure. A shimmer flickered around you, enhancing the flush that decorated your cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah," he grinned, watching as you rocked harder, whining into his neck. "I know, almost there."

Marc took another bite of your neck, suckling the fragranced skin. His own need surged strongly, forcing his hips to roll against yours. The dripping heat of you squeezed at his fingers, the suckling sensation enough to destroy the last of his dignity.

Ignoring the public view of this debacle, Marc shoved his fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back at your honey that dripped onto his suit. You were a wreck, heaving and mewling in his arms. He bucked against you, wrenching his cock free. Your eyes widened at the size, and he took a moment to bask in your awe.

Without warning he sheathed himself smoothly, drawing a long moan from your ruined throat. Hot, thick, saccharine pleasure slurred through his delirious mind. Marc thrust up, reveling in the feeling of your cunt. You molded to him perfectly, the soft pink of your walls clenching and fluttering divinely.

"Good, good, good holy ff-fuck-" Marc purred in your ear, shoving you back against a stack of crates. You sighed in pleasure, a cascade of gold shimmer landing on your collarbones. The heady scent of musk and sunlight further emboldened him. Pushing past the ache in his knees, Marc thrust harder, stroking against your depths with primal need.

You huffed and whined, pulsing another wave of shimmer. The lustful haze in your eyes glowed, dewy tears decorating your lashes.

You looked beautiful.

Marc rocked and groaned, hands fisting in your cloak. He couldn't stand - pulling you on top of him as he collapsed against the wet ground. You whimpered, riding him furiously. The halo of pleasure glowed hot and needy around you, warming his skin to boiling. The suit slipped away, revealing listening muscle beneath.

"More," you breathed, moaning brokenly when he slammed you down, hands crushingly tight against your thighs. "More-"

Marc felt his pleasure spiking up too fast, all too fast. He yanked you up, biting back a groan at the strings of slick dripping off his pulsing hard length. The cool night air stung against his sensitive cock, the cooling wetness prickling gooseflesh.

You whimpered protest, scrabbling to return to the heavenly fullness. He smacked your ass, delighting in the burst of glitter that ricocheted. Pulling you onto his face, he took a greedy mouthful of your syrupy mess, licking and sucking in your scent. Above him, you moaned louder, thighs clenching around his face.

Marc stuttered a whine as he felt your strength around his neck, thick tongue plunging deeper. He could feel everything, the wet gummy walls of your cunt trembling at each stroke. The musk that saturated his face smelled of honey and thick, hot summer. It glazed his eyes over, hips undulating into nothing.

His strong hands groped and grabbed at your ass, pulling the tender flesh as waves and waves of shimmer fell onto his skin.

"M...Marc," you stuttered, grabbing onto his hair. "Marc oh god."

A gushing wave of wet flooded his mouth. He refocused, lapping up every drop. The sinful glide of his tongue at your clit splintered heat up your spine, arcing and bucking your spine. You whined high and sharp, riding his face until he shoved you off, mumbling incoherently.

You quivered and sighed, laying in a pool of golden pleasure. Marc had ignored the ache in his core too long. Pawing you back under him, he slowly sank into your freshly soaked cunt, smiling lazily with the overwhelming heat. He felt drunk, rutting into your heat, focused on nothing but pleasure and drawing as much of your beautiful reactions as he could.

Chest heaving with every punching thrust, you hiccupped and whimpered, pleading for mercy with your eyes.

"Good girl," he groaned," good girl, taking it all, good girl." Another moan tore from his throat.

"Give me more."

His demand was insistent, and you swallowed nervously, trying to think past the hypnotizing pace of his hips over yours.

"Wh-what?" you asked, voice high and thin. Marc growled, shoving into you harder, hand wrenching you over onto your stomach.

"Give it all," he spat, smacking your ass harshly. You cried out, shuddering back into his punishing pace. That divine heat spiked higher, another wave of shimmer blanketing the dewy skin of your back. Marc groaned in satisfaction, palm colliding with your supple ass again. He groped you, massaging the flesh and rubbing the shine hard into your skin.

"Sl-slow down," you panted, "slow down I can't breathe ah Marc-"

He folded himself over you, slamming you into the street. Asphalt burned into your cheek as he rutted heavy and hard, hot mouth sucking at your neck. The growls he bit back vibrated against your back. You could feel him harden even more, thrusts becoming shallow and messy.

He needed to see it, needed the proof of your submission. More of the glowing, hot warmth, that sucked him in like a whirlpool and spat him out in a wave of shining dust.

Flecks of gold had rubbed into his skin with the friction. Greedily he smacked you again, grabbing a fistful of your soft flesh.

Slick flooded out of you, slipping obscenely against his length. With a last stuttering whine, Marc spilled into you, bucking and whimpering into your overheated skin. His mouth was insistent and hot, suckling at your jaw. Once the shrieking orgasm had calmed, he settled for mouthing aimlessly, drinking up your pleasured warmth.

Ra's heavenly light basked on your face, blissfully dazed and listless.

The cold night settled over the two of you, intertwined against the wet stones. Marc shakily pushed to his knees, pulling out of you with an obscenely foul sound. You quivered, trying to recollect your thoughts.

Marc gazed down at the mess you had become. Drenched in sweat, cum and golden light, he could feel himself harden again.

A dark voice purred in his ear.

My turn, cabron?

*deep breath* AAAAGHHH I NEED TO EAT HIM

tags: @krakenkitty @ominoose @bulletgoth @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @justsomeonecalledemma @iolaussharpe-24 @rosegnome @twwcs @heeheehoohoofictimr @steven-grants-world @ael-xander @sharin4readers

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[shitsndgiggs]

COOKIE CHAOS - MARC GUIU

Y/N and Marc try their hand at baking cookies, but end up making a mess

Marc Guiu x fem! reader

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The kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of baking cookies, and the sound of laughter echoed off the walls.

Marc and I had decided to spend the afternoon baking together, a rare day off from his intense training schedule.

We were surrounded by bowls of flour, sugar, and chocolate chips, our aprons already covered in a fine dusting of ingredients.

"Okay, Marc, we need two cups of flour," I instructed, glancing at the recipe.

Marc, ever the playful one, scooped a little more than two cups and dumped it into the bowl, causing a cloud of flour to rise up and settle on both of us.

"Marc!" I exclaimed, trying to sound stern but failing as laughter bubbled up.

He grinned, brushing some flour off my nose. "Oops. Looks like I got a bit carried away, cariño."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help smiling. "You always do. Now, mix it gently this time. We don't need another flour explosion."

He took the spoon and started stirring, his movements exaggerated and comically slow. "Like this, princesa?"

I giggled, nudging him with my elbow. "You know exactly what I mean. Stop being such a goof."

Marc leaned in, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But you love my goofy side."

I pretended to think about it, tapping my chin with a flour-covered finger. "I suppose I do. Just a little bit."

He laughed, his voice rich and warm, and leaned down to kiss my cheek. "More than a little, I hope."

We continued mixing the ingredients, working in a comfortable rhythm. I measured out the sugar while Marc cracked the eggs, managing to get only a small bit of shell in the bowl, which he fished out with a triumphant "Got it!"

"See, I'm getting better," he said, looking proud.

"Yeah, yeah, you're a regular master chef," I teased, handing him the chocolate chips. "Here, add these."

He poured the chocolate chips into the bowl, but a few missed and scattered across the counter.

Before I could say anything, he grabbed a handful and tossed them in my direction, laughing as a few bounced off my apron.

"Marc Guiu, you're impossible!" I said, laughing as I scooped up some flour and flicked it at him.

"Hey!" He laughed, shielding himself with his arms. "Truce, truce! Let's at least get the cookies in the oven before we destroy the kitchen completely."

We both laughed and continued our baking, sneaking bits of cookie dough and playfully nudging each other as we worked.

Finally, we had the dough scooped out onto the baking trays and slid them into the oven.

As we waited for the cookies to bake, we leaned against the counter, catching our breath from all the laughter. Marc wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

"You know," he said softly, his voice full of affection, "I wouldn't want to make a mess in the kitchen with anyone else."

I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. "Me neither. This has been perfect, flour explosions and all."

He tilted his head down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Te quiero, mi vida."

"Te quiero más," I replied, looking up at him with a smile.

[ivystoryweaver]

With You part 3

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Summary: Jake Lockley has finally met you. What does he think of you, and will he, or Marc, give you any answers?

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader, Jake Lockley x reader (implied Steven Grant x reader). Gender neutral reader. No use of Y/N. Reader is engaged to Marc and Steven.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings/notables: Angst, comfort, references to drinking and alcoholism but it doesn’t happen here, sex but the language is not explicit and no gender-specific body parts mentioned, nightmare, brief crying, cursing, assumptions, longing, feeling inadequate, Khonshu is mean here yall, somebody hug marc spector. Let me know if I missed a warning. Probably inaccurate DID, based on the show.

Dividers by saradika

PREVIOUSLY, on “With You”...

Jake could live without Marc and Steven knowing about him. He’d lived that way all this time, but you were something else. He hadn’t wanted to meet you like this. He had screwed up, and now you were only worried about Marc. He was worried too, honestly.

Now you would never want to know him.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Jake decided, by which he was effectively deciding to do nothing. He may be able to eliminate the vilest creatures under night’s shadow, but trying to explain to you that he was the reason your fiancé obliterated his sobriety...

Jake didn’t fear anything. In fact, as the streets of London descended from depraved men to monstrous supernatural threats, he relished his role as Khonshu’s vengeful fist. Someone had to do it, and Jake was suited to the task.

A creature of the night, he savored the quiet, cool leather interior of his car as much as the dingy London air whipping through his white cape. And the more challenging his vicious foes, the more Jake reveled in it. He protected people. That was his sole purpose.

Including Marc and Steven.

So the fact that he somehow missed Marc tossing back a bottle of whiskey and upsetting you in the process, well - if he couldn’t protect you and his alters, then he had no reason to exist. 

So, time for bed. He would fade into darkness and you would get back who you really wanted.

Reaching to scoop up each item of clothing he had discarded, with none of this explained aloud to you, he turned to flee.

“Wait,” you pleaded, blocking his pathway out of the bedroom, your hands reaching out to push back gently against the pile in his arms. His gaze fell on yours - open, yet unreadable. Not menacing, but not to be bothered. His eyes didn’t flicker away like Marc’s. He stared you down, waiting.

 “Just wait a second, Jake,” you found yourself whispering, a bit transfixed. “Where do you usually sleep?”

Lips parting in anticipation, your heart did some clichéd somersaulting as he tore his eyes from yours and nodded to your bed.

“You sleep with me?” You clarified, dumbfounded.

Dark eyes flickered momentarily down to your mouth. His tongue swiped over the fullness of his bottom lip before dragging it between his teeth.

“I sleep with you.” 

The rich timbre of his voice electrified you.

“Only so you can wake up with them.”

Air rushed out of you in a mildly dramatic exhale. What was this man doing to you? 

“Please,” you whispered, unsure of what you were even asking him. Mostly, you didn’t want to be without them. You had waited all night, terrified. “Don’t go. I was so worried.”

Eyes narrowing suspiciously, Jake nodded once. He knew what you needed, and it wasn’t him.

Ten minutes later, after what was, for you, an unbearable silence, Jake climbed into bed with you. Having washed up and making his well-fitting ensemble disappear somehow (where did he keep his clothes?), he decided on Steven’s soft pajamas. The sleeves sagged adorably, covering his hands, but Jake’s fingers didn’t fidget like his alter’s. 

How many times had he done this? Pretended to be them? And were you okay with it? Was it even really your business? It was his body too. 

The lights remained off from before, allowing you the cover of darkness to ease under the blankets, as if acting in a play. 

If Marc were with you, he would pull your back against his chest, folding you close until either your body relaxed, or until his lips breathed salacious words on your ear while his hand slipped between your legs. Either that, or he would bury his face in your tummy, the way he had done that morning. That, too, often ended up with him between your legs. 

For Steven, it was the crook of your neck, latched on to you like a koala. After years of sleeping poorly, or trying his damndest to stay awake and not “sleepwalk”, nothing soothed him more than your soft skin and reassuring arms. He marvelously discovered that, with you, he had no trouble falling asleep at all. For Steven, the mornings were when he needed you most. The two of you would race to the bathroom, playfully fighting over who would freshen up first before tumbling back into bed, where he would be sure to end up between your legs. 

But here, now, Jake was a statue. 

You were Marc and Steven’s whole world. Jake knew he had fucked up enough for one week. There was no way he was moving one millimeter in this bed. Hopefully, the warm surge in this heart would settle to the soothing sound of your breathing. That was his balm - you were his anchor. After the cracking of bones and the wailing of night’s creatures deafening his ears - the gentle rise and fall of your chest in the night was his lullaby.

But he didn’t dare touch you. You weren’t his. 

Sometimes you attached yourself to him the night, or maybe he only dreamed that you did. He was never him when sleep ended.

Feeling the tension rolling off you, the urge to somehow alleviate your worries taunted him. But he was certain he didn’t even possess the ability to soothe, only to punish.

So he said nothing. He did nothing. He waited for sleep.

“Jake...” As you turned to him, your sweet voice crawled up his neck, intoxicating him utterly. “Would it be okay if I held your hand?”

The memory of your smooth skin was seared into his memory from the featherlight kiss he’d given your knuckles. He didn’t even hesitate to grasp for you in the dark, tangling his fingers with yours.

Pressing your face to the soft fabric covering his shoulder, you, undeniably realistic you, accepted this real moment. You wanted answers. You wanted a lot of things. He gave you his hand. You took what was here, now.

“I’m glad to know you, Jake,” you whispered, your heavy eyes sliding closed, despite everything. Squeezing his fingers, and swiping your thumb softly along his, you added, “I hope you’ll come back to me soon.”

You woke up to a mess of chocolate curls buried in your stomach.

Marc. 

Your sweet, tormented angel. 

There was a slight chance it wasn’t Marc, but the familiar whimpers of a nightmare gave him away even more than tummy cuddles. 

“Shhh,” you soothed, raking your fingernails through his messy waves. “I’ve got you.”

He squeezed you, murmuring, “No,” brokenly before whimpering again. His nightmares weren’t flailing arms and shouts like in films. They were this: soft, pleading mumbles and anguished pleas.

With a sudden change in his breath, he was awake, eyes darting wildly as he climbed his way up your body, hands checking you frantically.

“Right here, baby,” you murmured, eyes soft and full of love. He looked so broken, you wanted to cry, while desire simultaneously ripped up your spine. Whatever this man of yours needed, you were going to give him, likely, to your great pleasure and benefit. Win-win. 

“You’re here,” he repeated, gathering you in his strong arms as the weight of his body crushed you in the most delicious way. “I dreamed you were gone. You left, or...or someone took you away from me.”

“Never,” you uttered with conviction, pressing your lips to the corner of his jaw, opening your mouth to breathe hotly before kissing a trail to his ear. “I’ll never let that happen. I’ll burn down the whole world first.”

A choked sob erupted from his chest as he whispered your name. Fusing his lips with yours, his fingers gripped your jaw desperately as if he feared you would quite literally slip through them.

Responding to the press of his body like a partner in a well-rehearsed dance, your legs fell open, ready to feel the heat of him consuming you. His mouth hadn’t left yours, but his thick fingers dragged (his) t-shirt up your torso and over your head.

Only then, when your lips parted, did his dark, desperate gaze lock onto yours. “Need you,” he groaned, his voice tinged with the slight beg you associated with Steven.

Surging forward, you met his furious kiss with equal hunger, pushing under his soft pajamas, pulling, dragging until your naked limbs were tangled, pressing and pulling in desperate passion. 

“You’re mine,” he growled, deep inside you, claiming you, as if you had any doubt or desire to be apart from him. “He can’t h-have you. I won’t let him.”

You were oddly turned on by the idea that maybe he sounded jealous of Jake, who had merely held your hand in the dark.

He didn’t mean Jake.

In fact, he wasn’t even aware you’d held an audience with his mysterious alter.

No, he meant the twisted, deceitful, formidable Egyptian god of the moon, to whom he remained enslaved. The one who took you away in his dream.

The things Marc was doing to your body - you could barely think straight. Your back arched in pleasure, your fingers clawing at the sculpted muscles of his back, desperate to somehow bring him even closer to you. 

“I’m yours,” you gasped, realizing with the deep moan that followed, that you didn’t really have control over your voice at this point.

“Mine,” he repeated, as you drowned in him, and he in you. 

After a long, hot shower together, filled with salacious kisses and some very naughty handiwork, the two of you finally made it to the kitchen. Just like in bed, you danced around one another with practiced ease, as if perfectly executing the blocking of a play. Your hand reached for the coffee grounds, while he readied the filter. He found the bread while you produced his favorite jam.

Shoulders rubbed and soft smiles were exchanged, eyes longingly dancing, locking and flittering away to the tasks at hand. 

“Thank you,” he finally said, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple, “for this morning.”

You almost teased him for thanking you for what you two did quite regularly in bed, but you knew what he meant. Whatever anchor he’d needed this morning, you were it. 

Still, you were a cheeky one, as Steven frequently reminded you... “I should be thanking you, baby,” you innocently purred. “That thing you did...when you turned me over, holy shit--”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed out, motioning for you to get back to breakfast, as if he would ever actually order you about. “You and your dirty mind, I swear to god.” 

You laughed out delightedly. “That’s rich, Mr. Spector.”

One of his dark eyebrows shot up. “Call me ‘Mr. Spector’ again and I’ll take you right back in there,” he playfully warned. 

Tempting. 

The toast popped up to interrupt the two of you, giving Marc’s thoughts just enough time to drift back to much more serious matters. He wanted to be with you all day today. He knew Steven had class at uni and you had work - he didn’t care. He needed you to know things.

“Hey, um...” he started, before you could make another quip about Mr. Spector or the bedroom, “I...I meant to tell you...” reaching up to rub the back of his neck, he swallowed nervously. “I--there’s another bottle. In the flat.” 

Bracing his hands on the countertop, his head dropped. It was hard to look at you when he thought he might disappoint you. “I wasn’t trying to hide it, I just...that night, I...”

Reaching over, you laid your hand over his, there on the counter’s edge. “Thank you for letting me know. Do you want to tell me where it is?”

His eyes darted over to yours and he swallowed hard. “The low shelf, down by the edge of that old table I haven’t fixed yet.”

Ah yes, the ‘don’t throw it out, I can fix it’ project that was cluttering your living room. Steven collected books; Marc collected abandoned, broken things...

“Hm,” you hummed thoughtfully, “Steven’s reading chair is right there. He’s going to figure this out, you know.”

“I know,” Marc quickly responded. “I think I wanted him to. Or you. I don’t know...” He didn’t wait for any sympathy. There was too much to tell you before he completely train wrecked his entire life.

“Something happened,” he pressed on, determined. Then he told you. Head bowed, hands gripping the counter, he explained.

You remained completely still at first, but you noticed that the more you acted normal, the easier it was for him to talk. So you finished the coffee, slathered the toast with jam, and walked everything to the tiny table at the kitchen’s edge, where the two of you loved to share your favorite meal almost every single day.

He had fronted a few days ago. It was dark, cold. He was outside, in an unlit, ominously quiet alley. He didn’t know where he was. Steven wasn’t there with him. He reached for his phone and shook with horror at the white bandage-looking material wrapped around his hands. Realizing his face was covered with a mask, he started to panic when the fabric quickly receded, leaving him gasping.

His body was covered in Moon Knight’s mummified wrap. 

“No, no, no, no,” he cried, forgetting, for a moment, that he could simply will the suit away, and clawing at the material instead. 

Then he heard it. Him.

“Marc Spector,” the booming voice of Khonshu splintered through his mind, wracking his body with terror. 

“No, NO,” Marc shouted, climbing to his feet and pressing his palms into his forehead. “You’re gone. I don’t belong to you anymore!” 

He ran, clinging to control of the body, determined not to allow Khonshu anywhere near Steven. Or you. 

The old god’s skeletal form appeared on various rooftops, following and taunting Marc, his voice eerie and all consuming, as if the bird were nearly shouting into his ear. 

“Run away if you can. This body doesn’t belong to you,” the voice taunted. 

“Leave me alone!” Marc shouted, but it came out as more of a whimper, like trying to scream for help in a dream. “We had a deal!” He halted, banging his fists against his head as if it would make the ancient being simply evaporate. 

But the spiteful deity scoffed, turning his bony back as if done with the conversation. Turning his menacing beak back toward the puny one in control of his avatar, he replied, “Lockley is mine, and so are you.”

Then he vanished. 

Just the relief of the god disappearing urged Marc’s legs forward, stumbling through angry tears until he reached your home. You were at work. He paced the flat, tugging his hands through his hair, desperate to keep Steven in the dark. 

“It can’t be,” he gasped, over and over again, trying to convince himself. “We’re free. We made a deal. We’re free.” This overwhelm would normally bring Steven to the front, but Marc held on, pacing himself to exhaustion. He was asleep on the couch by the time you came home. 

You woke up to Steven. And while you worked your next shift, he bought the whiskey. 

He waited another day to drink it.

“I thought maybe...I wondered if I had completely lost my mind,” he uttered, finishing his story, now seated at the kitchen table.

Easing off your chair, you knelt in front of your fiancé, setting your palms gently on his thighs.

“Don’t say that.”

“No, I mean really,” he went on, his hands covering your own, grasping at your fingers. “I thought...what if all this time, Khonshu was in my head? Like...part of me.”

“Like another alter?” you questioned, peering up at him.

“Maybe. I started wondering about all of this Moon Knight bullshit--if it even really happened. And, now there’s this Lockley...” Trailing off he sighed, defeated. 

Okay, progress was happening. Might as well get it all out in the open. 

“I met him, you know,” you carefully admitted, smoothing your thumb over his as you waited for his reaction. “Lockley.”

“Shit,” he rasped, gripping your hands desperately. “He was here, with you? What did he say?”

“Not much,” you admitted. “His name is Jake. Jake Lockley. He was here last night.”

“Here in the flat?”

“Yes. Late last night. He came in through the bedroom window like Spider-Man or something. We talked for a minute, he told me his name and then we went to bed. I didn’t really find out that much about him.”

Releasing your fingers, Marc sat up straight in his kitchen chair, his eyes darkening possessively. “He went to bed with you?”

Hm. You could have worded that better. “Marc, I--”

“Did he touch you?” His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck straining as his dark eyes burned turbulently. 

“It wasn’t like that,” you protested, quickly climbing up off the ground to stand in front of him. Caressing his face tenderly, you shook your head. “I wanted to talk to him - to see what the hell is going on. He seemed worried about you drinking.”

“You talked to him about that?” Marc pushed off his chair then, pacing across the kitchen and back. “I haven’t even talked to him yet.” 

Fair enough. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, it just came out,” you confessed, giving him a little space, while pushing down your urge to grab him. “Jake was about to leave, and I wanted some answers. I wanted you all here with me. He came home so late, Marc, and your phone was dead. I was so fucking scared...”

Your breath hitched as tears clouded your eyes. “You’ve been so upset, and the drinking... Steven doesn’t have any idea what’s going on and then this Jake uses the damn window in the middle of the night and I thought he was going to leave, and go back out in the night, with no phone. I wanted you here, Marc, so...so I asked him to stay. I asked him if he knew what was going on, or why you had been drinking--”

“Okay, baby, okay,” he conceded, reaching for your shoulders to bring you close. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault.”

The two of you held one another in the middle of your drafty little kitchen, the shared answers between you only raising more questions. 

“I think you should talk to Steven,” you suggested gently, “if you feel ready.”

Resting his forehead against yours, he rubbed your back soothingly. “Yeah. And maybe...maybe Jake too.”

tags requested @rivalriotrenegade @wordacadabra

[fandomxo00]

Some kind of drug - Logan Howlett one shot - 18+

Logan smoking with you and learning how to take a dab

warnings: drug use!weed, smoking, use of dab rigs, shotgun kiss, , smut: oral! fem receiving!, p in v unprotected!, high consensual sex, multi orgasms!, overstimulation

word count: 2.2k

Logan usually wasn't around when you were smoking weed, it wasn't that he didn't want to know about it though. He hadn't stayed the night at your place before. But tonight, the two of you had been watches movies. You were lucky that you could take out your battery to your smoke alarms or otherwise you wouldn't be able to smoke in your apartment.

You grabbed your things from the kitchen and brought them into the living room. Setting down your rolling tray that held your small dab rig. The difference between a rig and a bong was usually size, and for the most part 'dab rigs' were for dabs or wax. But instead of having a bowl for the flower, you had a quartz banger that sat in the down stem. Logan just stared at the little plate that had a little purple and black silicone puck that held your wax. His eyes widened when you brought out a butane torch, but he leant against the couch acting as if it didn't surprise him.

You opened a window, before you sat by the side of him on the small two-person couch. Your feet folded under you as grabbed your little scooper tool to get some wax out of the puck. "So, what is wax? How is that weed?"

"It's made by extracting the THC from the plant."

"Oh, and it makes wax?"

"I suppose so." You replied, lifting your tool with a scoop of wax on it. "Not even sure if this will affect you."

"Well, we can certainly try."

Even though he watches you do it, he isn't really focused on what your hands were doing. Your lips puckered around the mouthpiece, and he watched as you filled your lungs with the smoke. You pulled the rig back from your mouth, keeping hold of the smoke in your mouth as you set down the rig before leaning forward towards Logan. He turned into you as your hands came to the side of his face, scooching forward to blow some of the smoke into his mouth. He inhaled, his eyes never closing as he watched your shut eyes, as you pressed your mouth to his and blew into his mouth.

He didn't hold the smoke for very long and he didn't really feel much from that. But all he knows is that was definitely hot, his hands came to your hips, as your lips shaped into an 'o' as you let the smoke rise from your mouth, pulling you back into him. As you giggled, your hands coming to his face and pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. "I think I'll give you a big dab."

"Yeah? What does that mean?" Logan coaxed, his hands smoothing at your love handles as his mouth goes to your neck and lightly peppers kisses.

"You'll see." You smiled, before leaning back to grab your tray and setting it on your thigh. You started scooping him up the wax and twirling around the tool to the excess. You reached forward handing it to Logan as you moved back on his thighs, turning so you could light the torch. His other arm came to splay his hand against your back, before tucking you into his side. The banger slowly grew to a bright almost orange red, as you spun the dial back down and the flame extinguished. You scooted forward to set the torch down, holding the rig up as you bent over. Then you turned back towards him, resting your knees on either of his thighs. You traded him the dab rig for the tool, you helped him put up to his mouth, your hand coming over his large one. His hand almost looks comical holding the base of the rig, his fingers covering the whole water chamber.

Logan had so much trust in his eyes as the red slowly went away, his eyes flickering down to the banger before glancing back up at you. You waited a few more seconds before dropping the dab, "Inhale baby." You swirled the tool around the bottom of the nail, you watched him inhale, looking down at the rig as you pulled it back. "Blow out real quick so you smoke the rest."

Logan does what you say, a hazy look in his eyes as you feel something in his jeans pressing against his zipper. You ground your hips into his as he puts his mouth back on the piece and inhales. You lean into him as you set the rig down, the smoke falling from his mouth and nose. Logan didn't need to cough as his hand came to your hair and tugged you into his mouth. You moan softly into his mouth as his lips move against yours in a heated kiss. His other arm wrapped around your back, rolling you into his hips as he lightly panted against your lips.

As you leant you saw as Logan's eyes were slightly red, a tired grin plastered on his face. His warm hands moved under your material of your shirt, and he was slightly blurry as you leaned in to give him an open mouth kiss. His tongue dipped into your mouth, tangling with yours, tasting each other and the taste of the wax lingering in your mouth. You were consumed by him, the smell of tobacco still fresh on his shirt, but lingering natural musk that made you inhale deeply through your nose. Your hands move to his chest as you press against his pecs, trying to feel him.

"You're so fucking sexy." He grunted, as he moved his face down to your jaw, peppering rushed pecks on your skin before starting to leave lingering full kisses as he got closer to the place of your carotid.

"Need you to fill me up." You whispered, as your eyes met his, your pupils were dilated, and you were glowing with want. You were practically depraved as you felt your juices spread past your folds and onto the material of your panties. From the first time you met him, it was like he turned on your faucet dripping when he met you. When you hugged him felt a shiver down your core, enveloped in Logan's arms was one hell of a place to be. Your first kiss had been the same, but the first time you made out in his car. The way he touched you made you desperate for something from him, even if it was riding his thigh while you were in leggings, and he was still in his jeans.

So now with his erection rubbing against your core, you were done with waiting, you needed to have sex with him. "Please want you."

"Yeah baby?" Logan croaked against your ear, as you bucked against his hands, as he roughly tugged you back down to the tent in his pants. His hand moved down to your crotch, cupping your heat in his hand and feeling the dampness through the material of your pajama shorts. "Didn't know you'd be this needy."

"Your so fucking hot, James." You murmured, the feeling of your high starting to settle over you, making every touch magnified and intense. And the use of Logan's real name made some feral flip inside of him as he flipped you over on to your back, climbing over you. His hands grabbed at your shirt, pulling it over your arms before he roughly tugged at your shorts. You followed each of his actions with full attention, the touch of his hands were rough as he got on to his knees.

Logan stuffed his face into your hot cunt, his tongue laving at your folds before dipping up to suck on your bud. His deep voice rumbling into your core and making your legs tremble as your toes curled. His hands came up to your thighs, tugging you down on to his face. You panted as your eyes connected with his dark ones. His crow's feet dipping as he moaned into you.

The sound of his belt clinking made you imagine his cock, your pussy bucking into his mouth at the idea of him filling you. He kept rumbling sounds into your core, the vibrations going straight to your clit as his tongue fucked your hole. "Fuck, Logan." You moaned, before your hips buck into his mouth and an orgasm blasts through you, your back arching as a whiney moan leaves your mouth. Your hands grasping at his hair for leverage, and you rode out your high and ground your hips against his tongue.

Logan pulled off of you, spitting on your cunt as he pushed himself up on to his legs. His hands went to his shirt, throwing it off somewhere in the room. Logan's cock bobbed as he moved, the denim sitting on his thighs before he pushed them down the rest of the way. He put one knee on to the couch, leaning forward as his hands grasped at your hips and tugged you up on to his lap, your back still resting against the side of the couch. "Ready for me baby?"

"Want you to stretch me out." Logan smirked at the tone of your voice, pleading for him to fuck you as his hand dipped over your mound, his fingers dipping into your hole.

"God your so fucking tight." He groaned, as he leant down to capture your lips in a harsh kiss.

"Logan." You cried, grinding your cunt against his fingers, as he watched the way your breasts pebbled and ached, the way you panted and reached for his touch. The neediness written all over your face, made him easily dip a second finger into you. He needed to fuck you so badly, but he didn't want to hurt you with his cock.

Logan's thumb came to rub at your clit, slowly pulling another orgasm to the surface as he curved his fingers inside of you. After he made you come, he was quick in moving his hips to yours and teasing your entrance. Your skin was on fire, electricity running through your veins and your high making you feral for him as you ran your hands over his biceps. Teasing your hand over his throat before grabbing at his thick veiny cock, warm and heavy in your hand as you pressed him into your pussy. The moan that you let out was loud and sharp as your fingernails sunk into his neck. Logan lightly gritted his teeth, as he looked down at you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he filled your tight cunt, slippering from how turned on you were. He loved making you this way, he also knew his cock was throbbing and your touch on his skin drove him crazy. The way you looked already so fucked out underneath him, made him pull out of you before stuffing you full again.

You don't know how long the two of you were tangled up in each other, chasing the pleasure of your highs and orgasms. Holding each other close and making love in a way you hadn't before. He fucked you slow, grinding his pelvis into yours and feeling the tight way you squeeze him. Or having you on top, letting his cock fill you completely, the sounds you kept making, made it nearly impossible for Logan to not come. The two of you panting, your legs and arms burning, your neck aching from the bruises littering on your skin. The room completely quiet aside from the sound of your squelching, panting, and skin slapping together. The both of you too wrapped up in each physically to even speak. Your lips practically bruised from the way they latch on to each other's lips, neck, chest. Feeling his wirey hair rub up against your breasts. The way you came over his cock, over and over again, trembling, moaning his name and your head airy.

You weren't sure if you were even high off the drugs anymore, just high off Logan's musk, his breath, the smell of his sweat and your arousal covering his dark pubic hair and balls. This is when you were sure that you were in love with him, you'd never made love the way you had done with Logan. No one had taken you the same way he had, even when he came before you could (again). His cock still hard, as he gripped your hips and angling his hips as he moved his legs underneath him. Supporting your weight with his thighs and arms as he started hammering into you like a jack hammer. The filthy sounds coming from Logan's mouth were practically growls and grunts as he overstimulated himself in your soaked cunt. The way Logan used you like a toy after just giving you slow and passionate, made your chest hurt and your core throb as you approached your final orgasm, clenching around his cock that you almost pushed him out. But he slammed back into you, making you yell out in pleasure as you hit deeply into her, and she practically gushed all over you from coming so hard and so much. Logan breathed out hard as he groaned into your mouth as he reached his orgasm again, spurting into your warm channel, his cock absolutely throbbing as you pussy twitched at the feeling of him filling you.

note: this was supposed to be an imagine but the idea of smoking with Logan just flipped a switch!

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Can I request something with Jake as the reader is nervous, and she says 'let's talk' and Jake thinks she is breaking up with the system, but she tells him that she's pregnant. Happy ending though pls 😇

~Everything Changes~

Pairing: Moonknight trio (Jake focus) x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: anxieties and brief mentions of childhood traumas

Genre: fluffy af and just a little angst

Summary: You have news for your boyfriends that you do not know how they'll take and your anxieties cause some for them

A/N: This was actually SUCH a cute ask thank you for requesting it I fell in love with the concept immediately, hope you enjoy the result <3

***

You sigh to yourself as you dig through your bag for the keys to your apartment. Like always you shout into the apartment once you open the door.

"I'm back darling are y'all home yet?" You ask, flicking on the main light in the living room. The apartment's too quiet for your boyfriends to be back. It looks like you beat the boys home. That's fine, better even, gives you time to sort out the best way to break the news to them. You honestly have no idea how this conversation is going to go, you've been noticeably distracted thinking about it pretty much all day.

You take a few moments to just sit with yourself in the silence of your empty apartment before putting on some music to get dinner started. Something simple, you know Steven had work today but you can never predict who will actually be fronting by the time they get home. If Donna was particularly horrendous on any given day Jake would take over. If something Khonshu related happened usually Marc would be the one shuffling into your shared home. You wonder how that's going to play into it now that things are about to change so drastically. You're not quite done when the door to the apartment clicks open.

"Hi lovelies." You shoot over your shoulder.

"You're home already?" Jake greets you once the door's open.

"Yeah, but I've not been home long."

"Dinner smells great mi vida." Jake kisses your cheek.

"Thank you, darling. I've made pasta and chicken. I know you're not particularly fond of vegan dishes." You say.

"Well I like yours cariño, your food doesn't taste awful and bland like what I've mostly seen of vegan food."

"Well I appreciate that sentiment I suppose, but I know you still prefer nonvegan." You chuckle.

"That's true, yes, but I'll probably have both anyway." Jake shrugs.

"Was work particularly bad for Steven today?"

"No actually, that horrid Donna woman was out sick, but I missed you. Steven was with you this morning and Marc was out most of last night. Only fair I get some quality time of my own. We agreed."

"You boys are so silly." You laugh.

"Steven wants you to know it's only you that makes us act that way."

"How cute." You muse.

"Yeah he's quite the sweet talker. How was your day?"

"It was fine, I worked through most of the morning and then I had some errands to run." You shrug.

"What sort of errands?"

"A little of this a little of that, some shopping, some dropping off of things, meeting people." You say vaguely. "Dinner's about done, can you grab some plates and forks?"

"Of course." Jake joins you in the kitchen getting plates and utensils while you turn off the oven and the stove. You pull the chicken out of the oven and Jake grabs one and drops it on his plate before you've even put the tray down.

"It's hot Jake be careful!" You warn him as you spoon pasta onto your own plate.

"No worries muñequita, I'll be fine." Jake winks.

"You all always eat like you haven't had any food all day." You shake your head taking a seat on the couch. Jake scoops pasta onto his plate and joins you as you pick something to watch.

"Your food is too good to not." He says. You roll your eyes at him but you don't bother to respond as you start eating. Both of you are pretty quiet through dinner, mostly discussing the show you've chosen to watch through dinner. You still have to talk to them but the words keep getting stuck in your throat. You wish you weren't so worried but this could easily go very wrong. When Jake finishes his meal he stands and kisses your cheek.

"I'll take care of the dishes and then I'm going to hop in the shower." Jake tells you, taking your empty plate from the table.

"Alright." You nod. Okay y/n suck it up, you can't put it off forever. "When you're finished darling we, need to talk." You announce before you can talk yourself out of it again.

"That- sounds ominous. Is everything okay? Should I hold off on the dishes?" 

"No no, you can finish up it's not- urgent." You tell him. Jake washes his hands and turns off the sink.

"What's this about cariño?" Jake asks walking over to you as he dries his hands.

"I have something to tell you- but I'm not sure how you'll react to it." You tell him when he sits beside you.

"You're breaking up with us, aren't you? We should've known this would happen eventually. I warned them you'd grow tired of us. We've exhausted our good fortune I guess- it was only a matter of time before you realized we didn't deserve-"

"Enough. Jake!" You blink at him utterly stunned by his line of thinking.

"You don't have to-"

"Whatever you're about to say, stop because I'm not breaking up with you and I cannot believe you think I'd grow tired of you. How could you sit here and say you don't deserve me or what we have or- Jake, I love you, all of you, with everything that I am. I can't believe that you still doubt that." You shake your head.

"Y/n no one has ever stuck around. Steven is idealistic and Marc is hopeful, if the other shoe drops one of us has to be able to hold it together for all of us I can't-"

"Jake. There is no other shoe to drop. I am not breaking up with you. I'm not tired of you or giving up on us, I don't think you undeserving of the love I have for you. Other people not loving you is not your fault." You tell him gently, grabbing his face in your hands.

"I do want to believe you but it's not easy to unlearn years of trauma plus what else could you possibly have to tell us that you think we'll take poorly?"

"Jake I'm pregnant." You say. Jake's eyes snap up to yours, wide with shock but you can't pinpoint the secondary emotion swirling in them.

"What?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"I'm pregnant. I was at the doctor today about it, we- could have a baby." You say gently, placing a hand on your stomach. You're only a couple of months along so, if they really were against the idea, terminating the pregnancy is still an option but you're not sure you could go through that and be okay after.

"We're going to be parents?" He asks.

"I know we haven't really talked about kids but-" Jake leaps off the couch before you can finish your thought. As if the news only just clicked in his brain he's suddenly whooping loudly. He even pulls you off of the couch with him.

"We're having a child? You're serious?" He scans your face as he waits for your answer.

"Yeah." You nod.

"You're not leaving." He shakes his head.

"No." You answer even though it was less a question and more a confirmation with himself. He pulls you tightly against his chest with a sigh.

"We're having a child muñequita. A child." He says in disbelief. "Do you think we're ready for this?"

"I don't think anyone is ever ready. But we will all figure it out. Together." You say. Jake makes a sound like a snort and you pull away from his embrace with a questioning glance.

"Steven is scolding me for ever daring to think you'd break up with us." Jake tells you with an eye roll.

"Well he's right about that but save the scolding for later sweetheart. Right now let's just- enjoy the thought of this next phase of our lives." You say leaning into Jake's arms again. You had no reason to worry. You knew they would make wonderful dads and it settled your nerves endlessly to hear the joy in Jake's voice over the news. Everything was going to turn out just fine.

***

[hellsburners]

maybe the night

summary: you miss jake lockley. pairing: jake lockley x male reader word count: 1.5k warnings: 18+ warning, unrpotected s3x, shower s3x, top!jake, l-bombs a/n: sorry for being ia i was very sick (still a bit sick) wanted to post something but i dont have anything finished so i made this to update u guys [still working on your requests i promise!!]

masterlist | more moon knight

Jake comes home after a normal night. Taking in cab passengers gaining new information from the streets of London that Marc can use. He arrives in your shared flat finding you snuggled up in your bed, the blue sheets covering your toes up to your nose.

He sat next to you, removing his leather gloves so he can run his fingers through your hair and touch your warm cheeks. You slept so peacefully, Jake wanted to wrap his arms around you as you two shared the bed but he knew how much you hated it when he slept in with his outside clothes.

Out of the three of them, Jake was the most romantic when it comes to gifts but the least you spent time with. He’s usually out at night, barely saying goodbye, and on the off chance you see each other it’s when you were already preparing for bed, but the moment you wake up there would always be flowers on the kitchen counter. 

“–Jake?” you turned, eyes fluttering. 

“Shit, sorry for waking you sweets,” he whispered. “Was gonna get ready for bed.”

“Want me to draw you a bath?” you asked. 

“No it’s alright, you should go back to sleep,” he said, drawing the sheets back to your shoulders, but you insisted. Jake rolled his eyes but you pouted, come on I can’t go back to sleep easily anyway, you pleaded. After the back and forth he finally gave in. 

You made sure the water was a bit hot, his preference, and used a clean-smelling bath bomb. You helped unbutton his white shirt and his tie, his eyes glued to you as you finished the task. Your fingers were cold when they touched his almost feverish skin, Jake shuddered from the contact. 

Jake hopped onto the tub sinking into the soapy water. Sat behind the tub as you put shampoo on his hair. You massaged your fingers through his scalp over and over as suds foamed around your fingers. Jake’s eyes rolled back from the calming sensation of your fingers. 

“How’s your night?” you asked.

“Tiring,” he said. “Barely any news regarding those disappearances.”

“I heard that the cops don’t have intel on it too,” you said as you scooped water to his hair. “Marc speculates it's those vampire gangs.”

Whenever the two of you talked it was always Steven who said this, Marc said that, never really just about the two of you. Jake knew it was about time he sparked a conversation that didn’t involve the other two—no offense. 

“I love it when you use this shampoo on me,” he smiled. 

“Why?” you furrowed your brows, he always asked you to use it on him but you had never asked why. 

“Cause it smells like you.”

You chuckled under your breath. Jake, always flirting. You felt sad that you haven’t spent that much time lately, but maybe tonight you could have something for yourselves. You rinse his hair free of the suds, his curls clinging onto his forehead. He just lets you wash his hair, Jake took the moment of solemnity and closed his eyes to relax. He was surprised when you left a kiss on his cheek, your warm lips on his face. 

You stand to grab a towel before he takes your wrist. He gestured for you to join him, fine, you said. Gently undressing, his eyes gazed all over your nakedness, taking in the sight. He guides you to the tub and the two of you lay down in the water, your back to his chest. His arms wrap around your torso, securing him to you. He places kisses all over your shoulders while his hand traces circles all over your belly. 

“Thanks for the bath, sweets,” he whispered in between kisses. 

“I figured we don’t usually spend much time with each other,” you said. “I wanted to spend some time with just us.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said. 

You turned around to straddle his thighs. His hands guide your hips under the water. You bent down to kiss him on the lips, his wet curls sticking to your forehead, his mustache tickling your face. Your hands trace his smooth chest, down to his soft belly. 

He sits up so your ass is on his sex, slowly hardening underneath your touch. Your hands wrap around his neck to gather some stability, your fingers peering through the hair on his nape. He leaves kisses all over your neck, sucking on the skin lightly. You feel yourself harden under his touch as well, his fingers forming a ring around your sex. 

His cock hits the crease in between your ass, achingly hard. You shift your body so that your cocks are parallel to each other. You wrap both your hands around the hardness to form a tightness. You stroke your cocks, water splashing on your torsos. 

Your cocks start to leak pre cum from the stroking, your lips glued to each other getting more languid by the second, the room filling with the sounds of moaning and water splashing. Jake’s back started to sore from the porcelain tub. 

“I don’t think this tub is built for fucking,” he said. You chuckled in agreement. You two stand when he pulls you toward the shower. He pins you to the tiled wall, turning on the shower in the process. Hot water trickles down his back as he spits on his cock, lubing it in preparation. You turn around to present your hole to him, your hands pressed on the wall with your back arched for him. 

He kneels to spit on your ass, tracing his wet fingers on the rim of your hole before he presses the digit inside you. He inserts another to stretch you, his cock was quite girthy so the preparations would help greatly. He stands up and lines his sex to your hole, slowly entering the member into you. 

You feel the tightness envelop his girth as his hands clench on your waist, hot water sprinkling on your back before he thrusts forward. You cry from the pressure before he pulls back out and enters you again. His hips moved slowly at first, taking in the feeling of your warm walls on his aching cock. 

“You’re so tight, sweets,” he groaned, pushing and pulling on your waist. He lets out curses and sounds of pleasure. He takes his hand to your cock, stroking it in the same rhythm as his hips. You cry out when he hits your sensitive spot, your knees weakening. 

“Fuck you’re so good, Jake,” you moan, this arouses him more, quickening his pace. You let out moans from the sudden shift in pace, tears of pleasure forming in your eyes. 

“You can take it, sweets, I know you can,” he coos. 

He suddenly pulls out, and you gasp from the sudden emptiness. He turns you around to face him, he looks at you, cheeks flushed, and kisses your swollen lips. He takes your thighs and lords you up to the wall, your legs wrapped around him. He continues to thrust into you again, your back rising and falling against the tiled wall. 

“Jake—fuck,” you moaned. You take his face so he’s looking up at you, your thumb caressing his cheeks. You kiss him with saliva dripping down the side of your lip. You gasped from his fast pace, his head going to your neck placing hickeys. 

“You’re so pretty, sweets,” he moans. His hips slap onto your skin. “So beautiful.”

His hips thrust faster even more, your eyes watering as you cry out. Your nails dig into the skin on his back as he fucks his fill into you. You’d think with the water you’d start to slip, but Jake’s hands on your thighs were gripping tight, steadily holding you as his cock drills into your hole. 

“I’m—close,” you gasp.

Jake thrusts a few more, his hips hard-hitting your skin before his cum empties into your hole, his grunts filling the small space. You let out a cry before you cum too, shooting in between your bellies. 

He puts you down gently, your legs like jelly. You two kiss as you begin to shower. You helped him lather the soap all over your bodies, he took extra care in cleaning up your behind. After you shower, you get ready for bed. Always taking time for your skincare routine in front of the vanity. Jake was doing his routine thanks to Steven, who made it a rule that skincare is a must no matter who is in control. 

“I love you, sweets,” he said, smiling through the mirror. “Like a lot actually, I hope you don’t forget that whenever I’m busy.”

You stood up to hug his back, arms wrapped around his torso. “Of course, I love you too Jake,” you kiss his cheek. “A lot."

interactions are greatly appreciated btw if u liked this fic and want more send me a prompt and i'd gladly make something from it :>

[bon2bonn]

Weathering Your Storm

°They're carving my name on the grave again°

22!F1!grid X female!driver!reader

Words count : 3.1k

Warnings : grammar, not proof read , contains time skips .

✨ It's finally going somewhere!💃🏻🙌🏻 ,and I hope you enjoy it✨

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Daniel groaned as he was tackled to the floor the moment he stepped foot in , all he heard was a shout of " uncle Dan" and the next thing he was rugby tackled , Marc greeted him with a wide toothy grin followed with an exited "hi!" , he chuckled and hugged him back " Marcelo!" Causing the boy to whine and throw his head back in frustration as Daniel lifted him when he stood " that's not my name !! " , Earning a laugh from Danny who ignored his whining throwing him over his shoulder emitting a loud scream followed by a laugh .

He shut the front door while asking " so Marcel! How's life ? " grabbed his bag and leaving it by the closed door , but as soon as he finished asking he earned himself a quite painful pinch in the back , yelping in pain as he made his way inside the house " you're as mean as your aunt!! " .

The said aunt voice ranged from the kitchen as she asked in a warning tone " what did you say RICKY?" , he called back before he stood at the door , " nothing but the truth!" Watching her Round the kitchen Island with little Gigi on her hip , who called out as soon as she saw him "Anny!" . (*She tried to call him Dan like Marc but couldn't say the D yet and it stuck with her as she went from calling him Dan to Danny making it worse, but Y/N found it too funny to correct her*) .

Now it was his turn to groan as Marc giggled from his back , but he greeted her back with as much enthusiasm " Gigi!" Making her giggle as she extended her arms out for him .

Stepping in he puts Marc carefully on the island with a teasing tone " special potato delivery! " Dodging before he got pinched again, taking Gigi in a hug , getting one back with a little pat on his cheek" hello miss Gigi " holding her in one arm greeting his friend with a quite "hey Bella" . She gave him a smile greeting back with open arms as he extended his free arm to bring her into a side hug leaving a kiss on the side of her head then he asked " how are you holding up?" She shrugged " getting better , It just takes time to get used to it " he hummed nudging her shoulder with his " knowing you , you'll be up and working in no time " she rolled her eyes at his words " you make it sounds like I'm an avid workaholic " scooping Marc off the island as he wanted to get down and watched as he ran out the kitchen , calling out for O'Connell to play with . he gave her a look " you are " .

She shook her head " well now I've got all the time in the world , isn't that right Gigi " he watched her closely as she turned away avoiding his eyes , so he teased her saying " then don't get too bored without me around, it's only a couple of months and we'll both be jobless together, we'll retire and go off hiking and making wine in Italy like we always planned " he balanced Gigi on her feet , holding her hands and smiling wide as she gripped his fingers in her hands babbling as she took wobbly steps, scrunching her nose as she blobbed down kicking her legs and giving a small shout at him , he apologized to her scooping her up as he reached the fridge, taking out two small juice boxes , he offered her to choose first , she looked at her aunt who was standing on the side looking at them in amusement, she held on Danny's arm and he let her lift it up as she called for Y/N as if asking her *if it's ok to have one* and once she got the approval she picked one and looked up at him pointing back at her high chair on the side , waiting patiently to be set down to drink her juice in peace .

Daniel took the other box , sipping as he sat down not wasting time to ask " so , how's it going miss CEO " she groaned plumbing on a chair close to where he sat " I was just approved by the board yesterday and I'll be starting officially September 1st " he cuts her off " wait! You were serious about the interview thing !?" , she nods " dead serious , they give fair chances , I won't just barg in demanding to run things just cause my dad owns it , so as I was saying, I'll be touring the main branches starting from headquarters here and ending with UAE so I'll be able to at least attend the last race , then I'll work between here , New York and Sydney " she finished in a huff and he winced at the packed schedule "that's rough , buuuuuut " she lets a quite laugh as he cheered at the news of her attending the last race Gigi cheered along after she puts down her drink , not knowing what happened but she joined the celebration nonetheless.

He stood up after a while excusing himself for a minute returning with his bag letting it down before facing her , rubbing the back of his head as she watched him curiously " since I'm flying out today, I wanted to give you this , I wanted you to have it for a long time and as much as I'm bad with words I'll just let you read it latter and I want you to hold on to it " he took out the helmet handing it over to her to take , it was wrapped in her favourite colour wrap , so she couldn't read what's he wrote just yet , his phone rang before she could say anything he looked at her apologetically as he stood up " I have to head out " she nods silently holding back tears as he hugged Gigi goodbye and turned to her , both holding it in for the sake of the other as they shared a tight hug , he hummed as she mumbled with her head on his shoulder " please take care of yourself, no fighting , and don't be so hard on yourself out there , just enjoy it and make some good memories, alright?" He nods tightening his arms around her " you too , try not to overwork yourself , yeah? , I'll visit once I get the chance and will call , so you better keep your phone on or I'll fly back to Knock you door down " she gave a weak chuckle" I'll hold you to that " he nods again " make sure to cheer for me " she affirmed " always" , he sway them gently before he settled with a quite " okay" and with that they finally let go .

He took the empty bag with him , heading to the front door calling out for Marc " Oi ! Mario ! " Laughing at the loud groan and the stomping feet down the hall " still not my name!!" He stood with O'Connell in his arms a frown in his face seeing Daniel by the door ready to leave " you're not staying?" The driver shook his head, reaching out to scratch the cats head grinning as it purred in content " not this time , I gotta catch a flight soon , but I need you to take care of you aunt for me , ok !" the boy nod in understanding , puffing his chest and giving Daniel a small hug as his aunt and sister stood behind him watching as Daniel opened the door to leave , stepping out he turned when marc called out to him waving along with Gigi " we will cheer for you uncle Danny!" Along with an exited shout from his sister, he chuckled as he turn back getting in the car , waving at them as he rolled down the window as the car drove away .

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Two hours later Max and Daniel sat in their seats getting ready to take off for their next race . A heavy silence overtook them but was soon cut off by Max who adjusted his headrest for the tenth time since he sat down, Groaning in annoyance before he threw it away to grab another pillow, Daniel looked at him as he threw it away asking in concern " what's wrong with you?!" Max started bouncing his leg up and down " it's quite , too quite, and it makes me anxious" Daniel shook his head " it's not the silence, Max it's cause she's not here " Max stilled " I know and it's just don't feels right " his friend sighed as he nods in agreement " I know. But it's out of our hands " Max replied in a quite voice as he turned his head away " that's what makes it harder to bear " looking out the window as they started moving up and off the ground.

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The latest Rumours circulating the grid aren't just rumours anymore, as News of a sudden Mid-Season changes shook the F1 community to it's core . MERCEDES AMG F1 Team decided to replace their well known driver (Y/N L/N) with Williams former driver (George Russell) .

Sources confirmed that this occurred during the Hungarian Grand Prix right before summer break , where (L/N) contract was terminated by MERCEDES management, although this happened during the race weekend L/N went on to race her last round with the silver arrows scoring herself the third place along with her now former teammate (sir Lewis Hamilton) in second , and her long time friend/rival (Max Verstappen) in first place , ending her time as one of the arrows with an Impressive score .

F1 Fans and community widely criticized the decision once the team announcement of Russell's new position couple of days before the Belgian Grand Prix, bashing the Team's poor judgement and favouritism towards (Russell) as the team neglected to address the reasons behind the sudden irrational choice as some put it to be or even mentioning their former driver in any form of thank or gratitude for her time or achievement in the years she spent with them which fueled fans rage even more , putting the blame on the principle (Toto Wolff) as a major factor in losing such established driver as her , commenting on how (MERCEDES) gave up this year title for their rivals (RED BULL Racing)on a silver plate, as the replacement came in a critical time for both teams competing for the title with promising results from the former driver as she stood neck to neck against Verstappen with her teammate and former world champion far behind them .

Other sources commented that this move wasn't well played by MERCEDES who decided to make such bold move but it came with a hidden intent, saying [ "mercedes knew how much other teams wanted to secure her as a fixed driver for the next 5 years at least , such as red bull who wanted to sings her since 2019 , and Ferrari and now even Aston Martin with their developing team as Sebastian Vettel announced his retirement, but Toto was smart enough to oppose, promising to extend her contract up to 23 , but now that he turned his attention towards Russell as a valuable addition to their team's development he had to make sure these teams secured their drivers for the next season at least as a precaution , guaranteeing she'd stay out of competition while he develop his car in peace, even if it cost him a WDC" ] .

Others referred to it as an overdue decision but a good move in the right direction, referring to the now former driver name being involved in a series of scandals and alleged rumours circulating since 2018 regarding her dating other drivers , other rumours regarding assault and abuse towards working staff and mechanics and even misuse of position due to the favouritism she received for being the only female driver . All was dropped since no witnesses nor victims of these alleged accusations came to light . Some even speculated her leave was due to personal matters nodding at a possible pregnancy as some put it to be , but the driver is yet to address the topic in any of her social media platforms.

Either way (L/N) presence will be missed and hopefully her absence won't last long with the upcoming seasons we wish her the best in both her personal life and career as a F1 driver .

Also read on our website :

≥ Y/N L/N alleged boyfriend, who is he?

≥ F1 driver Y/N L/N and her children, you won't believe who's the father!!

≥ formula 1 princess dating diaries and her royal lover .

≥ what Christian Horner said about Max Verstappen and Y/N L/N relationship .

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05:54 , she ran back and forth through the house as she held her folders and bag in one hand and the other held her phone and reading glasses case , she dumped them all in the table by the front door , checking mentality to see what she forgot in her rush , repeating twice before a sleepy voice came from the corner of the living as he walked up to her holding a pair of heels " Bibi , you forgot your shoes in the hallway " , she looked at him then at the heels in his hand then at her bare feet before she rushed back in mumbling to herself " I'm losing my damn mind " , she asked in concern as she looked at his tired face with hair tangled and over his eyes " I'm so sorry Tommy ,I must've woke you up with me running around at the crack of dawn " thanking him purposefully as he held his arm for her to hold on as she puts them on , he shook his head slowly in denial " it's okay , you didn't , I was already awake when your third alarm start blaring " she rolled her eyes at his teasing tone but that didn't lessen her concern " you had nightmares ? " He shook his head " not recently , I Just couldn't sleep , that's all ".

Once she's done she stood back with a frown before she held her hand to his forehead in worry " maybe you caught something , I should stay , go back in , I'll make you some tea and ........" He cuts her rambling before she could Push him back inside, chuckling at her frowning face and turned her back to the front door " you are not doing any of that , you are going to take a deep breath , and go out there and do what you do best " she looked back questioning " find a hole and hide in it " he made a face at her answer before exclaiming " what !? , No! That's my thing , you! , are going out there and prove how great you are ! " She whines at this , trying to sidestep her way back inside but he held his ground " fine ! I'll get some sleep aaannnd,...." He paused as she looked at him expectantly with a raised eyebrow , he groaned at her " I'll eat three full meals and I'll even send you proof , there ! Happy " she gave a satisfied nod as she picked her bag putting her everything in before she held her folders up and turned to her brother asking seriously " how do I look?" He nods with two thumbs up " like you're on your way to fire someone for sleeping in work hours " she hummed in thought " not likely but I can do with that " he pushed her out as they heard a car park outside, she gave him a quick hug " make sure to sleep well and I'll be waiting for these meals young man , oh and I left you a patch of muffins they're still warm , and don't drink so much coffee, you won't sleep well , and ........." He rolled his eyes " and you'll be late " she cursed as she ran down the driveway shouting back " I love you , stay safe " he laughed as she almost trip and shouts back " love you too , sly out there " she held the car door after she tripped again, laughing at herself as she gave a final wave " I'll try ! " .

He got back in after he shut the door , taking a deep breath as he threw himself on the couch face first , covering his head with his arms as his mind wandered back to the conversation he had with his brother, and the phone call he had last week, all raging in his mind like a hurricane waiting to strike .

He turned on his side ,eyes falling on the framed pictures , from old to new , far away memories and wide smiles , all of their family and their closest friends have at least one if not more , just like his sister insisted.

He smiled at the memory of having to frame and put up every single one under her order and preference , but his smile fades slightly as his eyes fell on his favourite one . right in the middle, he could barely remember any of his memories when he was that age or where it was taken , but he still recall how happy they all were that day , his brother Eddie was standing behind them both with his arms holding them , his sister standing by his side his head leaning on her shoulder as she held him from the side with her head leaning on his , all three are caught in a laugh, their father could be seen sitting in the background smiling fondly at his children.

He couldn't get himself to look away as his eyes stung with unshed tears , he whispered to himself " we'll be alright , we have to ....... we'll be alright " , repeating on and on until he drifts away into a dreamless sleep , finally letting his mind get it's much needed rest .

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The car rolled to a stop Infront of a sky scraper, the sight alone was intimidating , the spotless building stood tall and mighty before her , she got out still looking up at her new work place, adjusted her suit jacket as she took a deep breath in , releasing it in a calm exhale, looking back down she straightened her posture, walking on with a new purpose in her steps, confidently making her way in , nodding in acknowledgement as employees and receptionists stood in greeting to her .

Her assistant stood by the elevator, greeting her kindly before giving her a full schedule of the day along with upcoming meetings and other engagements that required her presence .

They stepped out once they arrived to their destination , the hallway was empty as they made their way down to the last door to the left , inside every head of department along with their assistant managers , stood in the conference room , all waiting for her arrival, greeting in firm nods as their eyes followed her like a prey , waiting for a slip to attack.

she kept her gaze confident yet respectful as she took her place at the head of the table gesturing with both hands for everyone to take a seat .

She remained standing as she spoke in an even calm voice " for a start I'd like to thank everyone for their time in such short notice , and I hope staring from today we establish a solid understanding built on trust, and honest effort " she paused as they showed their agreement to her words , she went on in assuring tone " no drastic changes will occur for now as we go through the last quarter of the year, however each department will be undergoing an evaluation trial , starting from today up until next year's first quarter, by then we'll have more insight to make the right and much needed decisions , however in case of priorities we'll make and execute such drastic changes accordingly " she took a moment of silence incase anyone have any opposing opinion, she went on when she found non , "seeing we're all on the same page here , shall we begin?" .

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more memes cause why not !

[juneknight]

I would eat my left shoe for a couple of lines about Steven being eager to get the reader pregnant.

Something about him becoming unhinged over the idea of breeding is all I can think about lately. xx

“I’m the only one you let fuck you like this, righ’?” Steven whines into the hollow of your throat. His thrusts have long descended into mindless rutting, both your fronts plastered against each other, sweat slicking your skin.

“Fuck me how, baby?” you coo, scratching his scalp softly through his curls. It drives him mad. Not just playing with his curls—but talking to him in such a mothering, borderline condescending manner. “How do I let you fuck me?”

“You, you know,” he groans. “Without a—a condom.”

“Just you, baby,” you assure him. It’s true; you haven’t let Marc or Jake fuck you bareback yet. Not out of any fear of disease—they share a body for fuck’s sake—but mostly because of the intimacy. You knew Steven first. You were still coming to know the others. Maybe in time…But during moments like this, that isn’t how Steven wants to play. “Just you. Gonna make you a daddy.”

“Fuck, yes, yes gods please. Gonna show them,” he gasps, hips jerking against you. “Gonna fill you up til it takes, and then they’ll know you belong to me, you’re mine—“

“Do it,” you breathe, letting a little whine fill your voice. “Steven, please. I want everyone to know I’m yours, your slut—“

“Oh my days—“

“—cum in me, please. Don’t pull out, I don’t want to lose any of it, plug me up, I’ll—“

Steven stiffens, cock jerking where it is buried inside you, head brushing the tender entrance to your womb. His seed is warm where it fills you, soothing any ache the fierce pounding he gave you minutes before might have left.

And when he’s finished and pulls out, he takes his shaky fingers and scoops up the cum leaking from your clenching cunt, coaxing it back inside. Your eyes fall shut, a pleased sigh passing your lips.

[jake-g-lockley]

Do you think if I bought Marc fuzzy socks he’d wear them

I think Marc would LOVE fuzzy socks 😭

Here’s a little something I wrote:

Fuzzy Socks | Marc Spector x reader

Marc groaned slightly into his pillow as the sound of bird chirping woke him from his deep sleep. Your sleeping figure was curled up beside him, clinging onto his arm like it was your lifeline. You stirred slightly at the sound Marc made but he quickly shushed you gently, coaxing you back to sleep.

You had a long shift the night before and Marc slowly turned around, laying back down to stare at your sleeping face. His fingers traced the tired lines on your face and skimmed up your cheekbone, making you smile in your sleep and cuddle closer to Marc.

Marc moved his feet so that he could intertwine his legs with yours when he was suddenly aware that there was something on his feet. He blinked before ripping off his side of his covers and staring at his feet. To his utter disbelief, he found himself staring at a pair of fuzzy socks on his feet.

He stared at the sock for a while before wiggling his toes. It elicited a surprise giggle from his chest that made him clamp his hand to his mouth. He reached down to touch the fuzzy socks and smiled at its perfect softness.

He turned to grin at your sleeping figure. You must have slipped them on his feet when you came in late last night. You loved all things soft and he knew that he’s grown to love fluffy things too from you. Marc leaned back and placed the softest kiss onto your forehead before slipping out of bed in his new socks.

You awoke about an hour later to the heavenly smell of cooking and the sound of distant music. You slipped out of bed and padded your way to the kitchen, absolutely delighted by the sight that greeted you.

Your husband was dancing around the kitchen, shuffling with his new fuzzy socks and using the spatula as a makeshift microphone. Your giggle made Marc drop the spatula onto the floor but when he realized that it was just you he grinned and shouted “FUZZY SOCKS!”

It only made you laugh harder as Marc slid across the kitchen like he was auditioning for Disney on Ice and scooped you up in his arms for a tight hug.

“I take it that you like the socks?” You say into Marc’s neck before placing a soft kiss onto his jaw and brushing the back of his neck with your knuckles.

“I love them.” Marc whispered back, softly rubbing at your hip. The soft innocence of his voice made you almost want to tear up but you took a deep breath and composed yourself.

“I’m glad you do, baby.” You hugged Marc a little tighter sealing the little moment into a beautiful core memory.

A few years later…

“Now what did mommy say about wearing your fuzzy socks to school!” You run after your child, crouched low so that you could catch him by his ankles.

Suddenly, you saw your child’s feet disappear and you watch as your husband scoops him up and blinks down at you innocently, despite the mischievous grin on his face.

“Sweetheart, let him wear the socks.” Marc said as your baby cuddled close to his father, clinging onto his shirt.

“Yea sweetheart.” Your baby mimicked, making you cave at the term of endearment from your favour boys.

You faked a frown and tapped your cheek impatiently.

“Only if you gimme a kiss first.”

Your baby pouted his lips and gave you a sloppy kiss while your husband held onto your hand and followed suit.

You looked between your husband and your child, shaking your head at the fact that you gave birth to his copy. Two pairs of big and sad brown eyes stared at you, waiting for your answer.

“Fine, he can wear them.” You said, a smile cracking through your facade.

Marc grinned and kissed your forehead before carrying your baby out of the door for school.

You leaned on the kitchen counter and sighed.

“Just like your father.” You shake your head and giggled, loving every moment you make with the idiot.

[anonymousewrites]

Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Ten

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Ten: Into the Tunnels

Summary: (Y/N), Marc, and Layla find their way into Ammit's tomb and begin their trek through the maze.

            Layla closed her eyes against the explosion of the jeep. Her trap had worked, and Harrow’s men went up in a cloud of flares and smoke. She blinked and surveyed the damage as the light faded.

            “Whoa.”

            Layla looked back. Steven was staring in awe at the destruction she’d caused. (Y/N) still lay unconscious in the sand where she rolled them (and Steven) down the dunes.

            She coughed awkwardly. “Help me get them into the jeep.”

            “Right,” said Steven.

            Layla opened the door of the jeep, and Steven scooped (Y/N) up like a child. Gazing at them worriedly, he gently put them down in the backseat.

            “Do you think they’re going to be alright?” said Steven.

            “They’re a tough kid,” said Layla. “And we’re here to help them. We’ll make sure they’re fine.”

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            (Y/N)’s eyes opened as the warmth of sunlight hit their skin. Groaning and blinking, they sat up.

            “What happened?” they asked.

            “We got the location. We’re heading there now,” said Layla, glancing into the rearview mirror.

            “No, what happened?” said (Y/N), looking at Steven.

            “Khonshu and Ma’at are gone,” he said. “We’re on our own.”

            (Y/N) flinched at the truth. What they’d seen before they collapsed came back to their mind, racing like an onslaught of nightmares. Ma’at was gone. The one constant they’d had since their parents’ death had been taken from them, too.

            “Right,” they said.

            “But we’re not stopping,” said Layla. “We can’t lose more time. Harrow must be headed back to the tomb from Cairo.” She cleared her throat uncomfortably and looked at Steven. “And, look, if he is, we’re gonna need Marc, yeah?”

            “Exactly,” said Marc, and Steven glanced at the side mirror. “See, she gets it.”

            “No,” said Steven.

            “No?” said Layla in surprise.

            “Steven, neither of us can fight without Ma’at or Khonshu,” said (Y/N) worriedly, pulling the ends of their sleeves.

            “No,” repeated Steven. “See, the thing is, we made a deal, Marc and I, that when he was done with Khonshu he would disappear for good.”

            Truth. Disappointment settled into (Y/N)’s gut. They didn’t want Steven or Marc to leave.

            But once this is over, you have to leave anyways. Why would they want you to stick around? You’re nothing to them.

            (Y/N) pushed the thought away and tried to focus on the issue at hand.

            “But that deal didn’t involve you getting Layla, (Y/N), and us killed, did it?” said Marc. “That’s not gonna fly with me. And (Y/N) can’t put up with that, either, right?”

            He looked out from the side mirror at (Y/N), but they made no indication they heard him. Marc’s eyes widened. Without Ma’at’s ability to see the truth, (Y/N) couldn’t hear him. They could only hear Steven or Marc when they were fronting.

            “You made a deal?” Words cold, Layla looked at Steven. “That he would just disappear from his life? And you didn’t think that maybe I should’ve been made aware of that?”

            Steven shifted uncomfortably. “…Hadn’t he already disappeared from your life?”

            Layla gripped the steering wheel in frustration. “Yeah. I mean, whatever. His suit was his best feature, wasn’t it? Doesn’t even have that anymore.”

            “Steven, give me the body right now. This is a suicide mission,” said Marc urgently.

            Steven didn’t respond as Layla continued, “Plus, I know him. He’d wanna lone wolf this whole thing. It’s not happening. We’re not gonna do that.”

            “Steven, please. You’re going to get Layla killed. You’re going to get (Y/N) killed.” Marc’s jaw tensed. “I can’t let that happen. We can’t let that happen.”

            Steven looked away to smile at Layla and (Y/N). Instead of addressing anything Marc said, he just gazed at the two people he’d come to care for gently. “We are not. It’s just you, me, (Y/N), and the open road.” He looked back at (Y/N) and smiled. “Are you alright?”

            (Y/N) couldn’t open their mouth without saying no. Anything else would be a lie. They had no Ma’at. No abilities. No family. No purpose. (Y/N) had become nothing.

            “I’m…I’m going to be a liability,” said (Y/N) softly.

            “No, we’re going to need a translator,” said Layla encouragingly. “Fighting is the more useless skill when we need to figure things out.”

            “I can’t translate without Ma’at,” said (Y/N).

            “You can remember, though, right?” said Steven, looking at them.

            They shifted and kept their eyes on the ground. “What do you mean?”

            “Well, languages are about patterns, and if you recognize parts of what you translated with Ma’at many times, then maybe you’ll see and understand more than you think,” said Steven. He smiled, reached back, and patted (Y/N)’s knees. “You’re strong, (Y/N). You’re not a liability.”

            Raising their eyes, (Y/N) looked into Steven’s. Their heart clenched at something so familiar yet faraway in his eyes. “…I’ll try,” said (Y/N), sitting up straighter. “I don’t want to be useless.”

            “I think the only useless one is Steven since he got thrown into this like three days ago,” joked Layla, helping Steven cheer (Y/N) up. “And even he’s doing alright at times.”

            (Y/N) looked between the two, and a bit of warmth gathered in the chest. Odd. They hadn’t felt that in a long time.

            In the side mirror, Marc’s brow creased in frustration and worry. Steven was refusing to let him fight. He was taking Layla right to where Harrow and Ammit were. He was even bringing (Y/N), a now-defenseless teen, and risking their death.

            Marc didn’t want any of them to get hurt. He wouldn’t be able to stand it.

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            Eventually, the road hit a dead end, and Layla, (Y/N), and Steven got out of the jeep to continue on foot. Before them rose cliffs of red, contrasting starkly against the sky. A tiny sliver in the rock would serve as their path, and (Y/N), Steven, and Layla set out before any more time could be lost.

            Animals and birds looked down on them as they went, but the three people kept going. Even when they emerged from the shadows and onto the desert plains, they persevered. The sun beat down on them, but none of the trio backed down. They knew what needed to be done.

            Cresting a hill, Layla paused. “There they are.”

            Harrow’s encampment, having approached from another direction, stood with jeeps and tents in front of a cavern.

            “Let’s keep moving,” said Layla, leading the way down towards it. “It looks like they’re already inside. We’ll need to find another way to beat them to Ammit.”

            Once they arrived at the camp, they found no sign of people. Everyone had seemingly go in search of Ammit. At least that meant (Y/N), Steven, and Layla could go through without worrying about being seen.

            “Let’s check for supplies,” suggested Layla.

            “I’ll find more water,” said (Y/N). Harrow had to have stored some here.

            “I’ll find tools, if I can,” said Steven.

            The three split up.

            Inside one tent, as Steven shoved tools into his backpack, Marc’s reflection on the table spoke to him.

            “You look scared,” he said.

            “I’m not,” said Steven, but that was a lie.

            “You should be,” said Marc. “Without Khonshu, there’s no more suit, no more healing, no more power.”

            “Yeah, no more you, I thought,” said Steven. “It’s what you said, innit? But believing anything that comes out of your mouth just shows what a plonker I am.”

            “Look, I wish I could disappear, I really do,” said Marc. “But unfortunately, I’m still here. If you’re going to go through with this, you gotta be smart, for Layla and (Y/N)’s sakes.” Steven paused. “I’ve been in situations like this before.”

            “So have I. It’s the same body, innit?” said Steven. “It’s in there somewhere. Muscle memory and that.”

            “I’m not sure it works like that,” snarked Marc. “Just—”

            “Whatever,” said Steven, turning away.

            “I’m here,” said Marc. “You’re not alone.”

            “I know I’m not alone! I know I’m bloody not alone. I’ve got Layla and (Y/N),” said Steven. “They’re got my back.”

            “Do you love Layla?” said Marc, furrowing his brow. “Are you in love with my wife?”

            “I appreciate your concern, mate, I really do. But we’ve got it from here,” said Steven. “And I’ll protect Layla and (Y/N). I care about them just like you do.”

            “Steven!” said Marc as Steven walked out of the room.

            “If I need a recipe for a protein shake or something, I’ll call you,” said Steven coldly.

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            Layla laced up the climbing gear around (Y/N). “Does it feel secure enough?”

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “Good,” said Layla, turning and repeating her actions with Steven.

            “I have to say, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life,” said Steven. “The adventure, I mean.”

            Layla smiled. “I know. We want what we never had.”

            “Yeah,” said Steven.

            “I thought you would’ve had enough with adventure by now,” said (Y/N).

            “Well, I don’t like the Harrow parts, but I like the pyramids and Egyptian history,” said Steven as Layla finished. For a moment, they were face-to-face, and they looked at each other curiously.

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. They were bad with interpersonal relationships, but there was something going on there. It reminded them of the way Layla and Marc looked at each other when they weren’t fighting. It reminded them of the way their parents had looked at each other.

            “Right,” said Layla awkwardly, chuckling slightly and looking away. For a moment, she nearly leaned in, but Steven stepped back.

            “Marc’s trying to protect you from Khonshu,” said Steven suddenly, the sudden guilt of kissing someone’s else’s wife (as odd as the situation was) keeping him from going through with it, no matter how much he liked Layla.

            (Y/N) had looked pointedly away as Layla stepped in (they weren’t sure how they were supposed to react in such a situation), but upon hearing Steven’s words, they looked back.

            “What?” said Layla in confusion.

            “That’s why he’s been pushing you away, he said,” said Steven. “He thinks Khonshu wants you for his Avatar, and he won’t let that happen.”

            (Y/N)’s gaze softened. Marc was gruff, but, apparently, obviously, he cared about Layla.

            “I just felt like you should know that,” said Steven quietly. He really liked Layla, but he was also honorable. Layla deserved to know that for all Marc’s flaws, he did care.

            Layla looked away and cleared her throat.

            “Here,” said (Y/N), holding out a rope to her to descend into the caverns. They also hoped to end this situation that they knew was awkward and had no idea how to deal with.

            “Why are you telling me this now?” said Layla, looking at Steven.

            “I don’t know.”

            Lie.

            “I just thought you deserved to know.”

            Truth.

            “Well, it wasn’t his call to make,” said Layla.

            “You don’t want to be an Avatar,” said (Y/N).

            Layla and Steven looked at them.

            “I know some gods are kinder than others, but there’s a weight. After years, you can forget who you are outside of being an Avatar,” said (Y/N) as they absently fiddled with the rope in their hands. They paused. “I don’t think I know what I used to do, what I used to like, who I used to be before being an Avatar.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes burned, and they blinked away the sensation. Their entire body suddenly felt so heavy as so many thoughts and feelings appeared they’d never had to confront since they just did the same thing every day, never having to think of their own life, just following orders, moving on autopilot with no thought of their past.

            (Y/N) looked up at Layla. “If a god asks you to be their Avatar…be sure of your answer.”

            “(Y/N)…” Layla frowned, and she and Steven exchanged a glance. (Y/N) barely spoke so much in one go since they could only tell the truth, and that meant uncomfortable thoughts came out. So to see the pain suddenly seize the teenager, so alone for so long, it made Steven and Layla want to pull them close and try to protect them from what the world had done.

            “Let’s go,” said (Y/N), turning to the cavern and counting their fingers in a calming, repetitive manner for a second.

            “Right,” said Layla, deciding not to press. She focused on the task at hand. “It’s time to belay.” She attached everyone’s ropes securely and stepped up in front of the giant hole leading into the earth. She jumped.

            Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) leapt out and fell down into the tomb of Ammit. The wind rushed by them, and they held onto the rope as it unfurled above them. They pushed off the wall as they swung nearer, making their way down until they reached the sandy earth below. (Y/N) removed the harness and stepped out of the way as Steven careened down after them (much less gracefully).

            He groaned as he rolled over in the dust. A slight bruise was on his nose, and (Y/N) furrowed their brow. He hadn’t hit his head, had he? (No, Marc got control of their arm and punched Steven for trying to kiss Layla, but who was going to guess that?)

            “Are you okay?” said Layla, helping him up.

            “I’m aces, yeah,” groaned Steven. “Wish no one had seen that, though.”

            “I crashed through a window the first time I rappelled down a building,” said (Y/N) encouragingly. “I got a scar on my arm from a piece of glass.”

            Layla glanced at them in concern, and, in hindsight, maybe that last piece of information wasn’t helpful. (Y/N) was confused. Were they supposed to be able to judge what people thought was encouraging?

            “Wow, look at you,” said Steven, staring around at the tunnel they found themselves in. A giant statue of a face looked out from a wall, and he gazed in awe at it.

            “Oh, yeah, gorgeous, aren’t they?” said Layla. “They’re just…”

            “They’ve been here for centuries, just standing guard. And now we’re with them,” said (Y/N).

            “Right,” said Layla, smiling fondly.

            “I can’t even…” Steven literally couldn’t even finish a thought as he stared with a dumb smile on his face. “Like, if they just sprang to life right now and asked me a riddle for passage, I’d be thrilled. I’d shit myself, but I’d be thrilled.”

            (Y/N) chuckled at Steven’s enthusiasm. It was nice for someone to be so happy and excited.

            “What’s this?” said Steven, looking at a mark in the sand. “Did one of you do that?”

            Layla looked back. “Oh. Yeah. It’s for my father. He would’ve loved to be here.”

            “Oh, yeah, big history buff, is he?” said Steven.

            (Y/N)’s gaze remained glued to the mark. It was…familiar. If (Y/N) could just focus hard enough, maybe they could remember it’s meaning. (Not be useless, useless, useless).

            “So much worse. Archaeologist on a mission,” said Layla.

            “My parents were an archaeologist and anthropologist,” said (Y/N), smiling slightly despite the pressure in their lungs as they spoke.

            “So cool,” said Steven, so honestly it made the constricting pressure in (Y/N)’s chest dissipate as pride took over their feelings.

            Yes. (Y/N)’s parents had been cool.

            “To my dad, his dream was one worth dying for,” said Layla, reminiscing fondly as she stared walking farther into the tunnels. Her gaze turned melancholy. “And he did.”

            “I’m sorry,” said (Y/N), quietly.

            “Yeah. Really,” said Steven.

            “Yeah, no, it’s fine,” said Layla, brushing it off. “We all lose parents eventually.”

            “I bet that he’d be positively beaming right now, seeing you standing in the proof of his dream,” said Steven, smiling.

            Layla laughed slightly. “Yeah. I think so.”

            Steven turned his warm smile on (Y/N). “And I’m sure your parents are super proud of how far you’ve come.”

            (Y/N) looked around themself at the discovery their parents would have loved to explore and learn from. “I hope so.”

            They really hoped someone was proud of them.

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            As (Y/N), Steven, and Layla walked farther into Ammit’s tomb, they found themselves at a fork in the road. This was the first challenge. They needed to figure out which way was correct and avoid that which was a trap.

            “It’s a maze,” said (Y/N) bluntly.

            “It’s a-maze-ing,” said Steven goofily.

            “No, like, there are six paths,” said Layla, frowning. That was too many options.

            “Right, six points,” said Steven, looking at them.

            Layla knelt in the sand and examined bullet casings left behind by Harrow’s men. “What would they be shooting at?” she murmured.

            In the sand of a slab of stone, Steven began to draw. Hovering next to him, (Y/N) observed his work. He drew the eye of Horus and looked up.

            “This whole structure is a symbol,” explained Steven.

            “The eye of Horus,” identified (Y/N).

            “Yeah,” said Steven. “It’s the royal symbol, protection in the afterlife. I mean, like, the resources needed to build this thing.” He was giddy with excitement.

            “Look,” said (Y/N), nodding to the ceiling.

            Steven’s flashlight had reflected on the surface of the table, not simple stone as they’d assumed. The image of the eye of Horus now shone on the ceiling. Since Steven had drawn it according to the curve of the tunnel they’d come from, it created a map of the paths around them.

            “Ammit’s final Avatar was a pharaoh,” said Layla.

            “Whoa!” exclaimed Steven. “A bloody pharaoh!”

            “Someone with power, just like she’d want,” said (Y/N), nodding. They gestured to the symbol. “Do we think it’s a map?”

            Steven nodded. “And the eye of Horus is also the eye of the mind, right?”

            “Six senses, six points, makes sense,” said (Y/N).

            “Eyebrow is thought,” said Steven, tracing it again. “Pupil, sight, obviously. This point here is, uh, hearing. Smell. Touch. And this long line ending in a spiral is the tongue.”

            “The Avatar would be Ammit’s voice,” said Layla.

            (Y/N) nodded in agreement. “Avatar’s can even channel the deities and literally give them voice. It fits perfectly.”

            Steven looked at the paths. “So, we need…this path.” He stepped forward confidently, and Layla and (Y/N) followed after him.

            One obstacle was overcome.

            As they went, they arrived in a larger chamber. A long table lay across the center, and wooden scaffolding lined one side of it.

            “Oh, wow,” said Steven, looking around.

            “Heka priests,” said Layla, staring in awe at the paintings on the walls. “Judging by their masks and ceremonial stance. They would’ve been entombed in here to protect the pharaoh.”

            “The heck’s a Heka?” said Steven.

            “Sorcerers of their time,” said (Y/N).

            Layla looked at the mummified bodies. “These must be some of the unlucky souls who crossed their path.”

            (Y/N)’s flashlight beam landed on the table, and the red, bloody stains shone fresh in the light. “I think Harrow’s men were some of the unlucky souls.” They shivered as memories of blood and screams and pain came back to them.

            Alarmed, Layla and Steven turned towards them, and they too saw the bloody stone slab.

            “Oh, god, that’s fresh blood,” said Steven, gagging. “Oh, no, nope. Those are chunky meat bits.”

            (Y/N) pointed at bloody embalming jars around the base of the stone slab and made a face. “I think organs are in there.”

            “Oh, god.” Steven turned away, retching.

            “Let’s keep moving,” said Layla firmly.

            “Yeah,” said Steven.

            “Good idea,” said (Y/N).

            “Wait,” said Steven as they approached the next tunnel. “I’m just saying what I see, and I see a lot of blood and bones going that way. So I’m just thinking, like, what if there’s maybe another…” He scanned the room and the scaffolding. “There. There’s an opening up there. You see that?”

            “I see it,” said (Y/N).

            “Should we check it out?” asked Steven.

            “Yeah,” said Layla. “You go. (Y/N), stay between him and me.” Keeping them in the center kept them the most protected. “If you see anything wrong, jump back down. I’ll keep an eye out here.”

            “Right,” said Steven, approaching the wooden structure. He pulled himself up a level awkwardly, and (Y/N) scrambled up behind him. “Alright, yeah, we’re up.”

            “You good?” said Layla.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N), giving a thumbs-up as they and Steven moved closer to the opening.

            To distract himself from the weird tools and devices around him, Steven continued rambling about Egyptian history. “So, according to the ancient texts, Ammit should be bound to an ushabti.”

            “That’s what Khonshu and Ma’at are bound to, too, now,” said (Y/N).

            “How’s it looking?” called Layla, trying to keep them focused.

            “It’s looking amazing,” said Steven sarcastically, staring at the bloody mortar and pestle. “I mean, it looks like a freshly filled canopic jar and snake skins and self-regeneration…”

            “We should keep moving,” said (Y/N). They respected the funeral practices and magic of the Egyptians, but it also meant danger for them.

            “Yeah, yeah, right,” said Steven, creeping towards the exit. It was big enough for them and lacked blood. He nodded to (Y/N), and they looked down to Layla.

            “We can go this way,” they said.

            Bang! Bang!

            Gunshots rang out, and Layla, Steven, and (Y/N) jumped.

            “Harrow,” gasped Layla.

            “What are they shooting at?” said Steven.

            “No idea,” said (Y/N).

            Click!

            The sound of someone or something clicking echoed through the tunnel.

            “Hide,” hissed Steven.

            Layla dove behind the surgical table, and Steven pulled (Y/N) down on the scaffolding. The clicking creature came into the chamber and threw a heavy object onto the stone slab. (Y/N) and Steven pulled themselves to the edge and peered down. It was, undoubtedly, a Heka, still protecting the pharaoh’s tomb centuries later. One of Harrow’s men lay bleeding as he was carved open by the priest. Steven nearly retched as organs were pulled and dropped into jars. Layla remained frozen, barely out of the priest’s sight. Carefully, she moved farther to the other side of the slab as the Heka priest grabbed the jars closer to her. She knocked one over, and the thud echoed.

            The Heka priest straightened and clicked questioningly. (Y/N) and Steven’s eyes widened as Layla froze. Unfortunately, she had to keep moving as the priest began to circle the slab. Steven backed up, and the wood creaked.

            The Heka priest whirled and looked up. Steven pulled (Y/N) to him protectively, and they covered their mouths. The priest lunged upwards. It crawled upside down on the wooden slats beneath Steven and (Y/N). Its claws hands reached around the top.

            (Y/N) grabbed his hand and stumbled back. The minute it spotted them properly, it would try to kill them. They need to get away.

            On the ground, Layla grabbed a jar and threw it to the other side of the room. Ducking, she was hidden as it crashed against the wall. The priest stopped its climb and jumped down in anger.

            “Run! It’ll find you!” called Steven, shoving the table above down on the Heka priest.

            Layla ran into the tunnels, and the priest let out an inhuman yowl as the table hit it.

            “I squished it. I squished it,” breathed Steven, not really believing it himself.

            “Come on, come on, run!” said (Y/N). “We don’t know if its dead.” They grabbed his hand and pulled him into the exit.

            “What about Layla?” said Steven.

            “She’s better at this than we are,” said (Y/N). “She’ll survive.” And that was the truth.

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Post-Nap Lunch

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Summary: A blurb with Marc just being a new dad and doing new dad things 

Warnings: It's mentioned that reader was the one who carried and birthed the baby and breastfeeds so yeah, take that as you will. 

Author’s Snip: Girl dad Moon dads are best Moon dad.

Notes: I didn't proof read this I just wanted to make something 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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"She's so little." Steven mused from the inside as Marc fronted as he looked at your newborn daughter, Abigail, Abi for short, napping in her crib.

"Well of course she is, Steven. She had to fit in there somehow." Marc said as he also looked at the infant lay peacefully and occasionally suckle on the pacifier in her mouth in her sleep.

"She kind of looks like a potato." Jake commented as he also watched from the inside of the head space, earning a small scolding from the rest about saying such a thing about their daughter. Even if she did look like one, a little.

This was the first time they were actually alone to take care of Abi. You had healed enough from the birth and decided to try and get back to work bit by bit. They, of course, knew the schedule that was settled for her since they've been right beside you in taking care of her but this was that first time that they were actually left to tend to her. And it was a bit intimidating since they're all new dads and worried that something would go wrong.

"Why are we watching her sleep again?" Jake asked.

"This is usually the time she wakes up from her nap, and she's usually hungry when she does." Steven explained. At least that was his reasoning. Marc agreed with him, and that was partially why he was there, but also because he just has a paranoia that something will happen while she sleeps.

"Well why don't we just do something till she wakes up. We have the baby monitor." Jake mentioned, "The most that would happen is that she'll fuss for a bit before we get her." Jake added before Abi starts to wiggle causing everyone to go silent.

She lets out the faintest little grunts before stretching out her little limbs. It takes another moment before she opens her eyes and looks around, now awake.

"Hey there, babygirl." Marc says softly as to not scare her. It takes only a second for Abi to realize that Marc is here before raising up her arms and making little grabbing hands as she makes a few louder noises, wanting to be picked up. Marc unlatches the bars of her crib and gently scoops her up and cradles her closely and securely to his chest, making sure he's doing it right. He's used to the small amount of weight that Abigail has to her so he's less offput by it and slowly walks out of the dimly lit nursery to the brighter rest of the house so that her eyes can adjust.

Abi rubs her eyes a bit before gripping at Marc's shirt. "Yeah, yeah. I know. You want lunch. Don't rush me." Marc comments as he walks towards the kitchen. Though Marc paused once he got there, a thought just now hitting him.

He'd have to get the baggy of milk from the freezer, a bottle from the cabinet, put some of the milk in the bottle, and heat it up while holding Abi. He knew that it was possible. Jake can cradle using one arm, Marc saw him do it. But he doesn't know how to do it and he can't just switch, especially while holding a baby. Marc took a moment before Steven budded in "Just set her down, mate. Her rocker is right there in the living room.".

"But I'm already holding her, and she might fuss or cry." Marc mumbled more so to himself. "She can still see you from there and it just takes a minute to make the bottle." Steven answered.

It took a bit of thinking but Marc managed to think of something. He gently placed Abi in her rocker and hit the mobile above it. And it actually worked. She got distracted long enough by the spinning and trying to grab at it that Marc was barely able to prep the bottle with milk and place it in a pot of hot water to warm up before the infant noticed that her dad wasn't there anymore. Only letting out displeased noise.

"I'm still here, sweetheart. Don't worry. Daddy didn't go anywhere." Marc said as he knelt down next to the rocker so that she could see him. It was so heartwarming to see Abi's face go from agape and confused to a gummy smile once she saw him again. And something that would be more heartwarming to you, if you were there, was Marc referring to him as "daddy" instead of just saying "I didn't go anywhere.". That was more of a thing that Steven and Jake did.

After a while of talking to and cooing at Abi, and distracting her with another mobile spin, Marc got the bottle.

"Okay. Now time for what you actually wanted, huh." Marc stated looking down at Abi and trying to get the bottle into her mouth, but she wouldn't put her mouth on it for some reason. Instead she just turned her head and made a grunt noise in disapproval. "Yeah, I know it's not the real thing but the real thing isn't available right now so we gotta do it this way." Marc said as he tried to coax the nipple of the bottle into her mouth some more.

After a few more seconds of trying, Marc decided to change position... literally, and scooped Abi up and sat on the couch to comfortably hold her and her bottle. Which, with her now being cradled, was now taking the bottle just fine and started drinking.

"There we go." Marc relieved. "Yeah, you would be used to eating this way wouldn't you?" Marc asked humorously while looking down at his daughter. Not like she'd really understand since she's an infant, or care since she was too busy going at it with her food.

Marc honestly had to take the bottle away for a moment to force her into a break because she was eating her post-nap lunch so fast, earning an "Okay, calm down.".

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Chapter 7: The Goldfish Problem

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake (she's the real MVP)

Mood Boards - Book Cover - Masterlist

Chapter Summary:

Steven asks you for a big favor. You get stuck in a snow storm.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded.

Word Count: 6k

School had quickly become a daze, just an interruption in between the time you got to spend with Steven. You went to his office nearly every free moment you could spare during the week following your date. Sometimes you were straddled over him with his cock slick between your folds, gliding over your entrance without ever feeling the satisfaction of penetration. Other times you were spread out on his desk while he mouthed at your cunt, slurping your juices like he might die of thirst.

He surprised you on Wednesday night though when he had a small sheet of paper to hand to you, along with a key. You looked at the paper, it was titled, How To Care for Gus the Goldfish. You looked at Steven, puzzled. Normally, the moment you walked into his office he was running his hands all over you like you might evaporate if he didn’t touch you.

“What’s this?”

“Thought I might ask if you can do me a favor?” He raised his brows, his big brown eyes pleading with you.

“I mean, of course I’ll help you, but what exactly…are you going somewhere?” You felt a pang in your chest. The idea of Steven leaving was upsetting.

“Oh, darling, I can see you’re upset, but I promise I won’t be gone long.” He walked closer to you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “It’s a weekend seminar for some of the departmental staff and I’ve been invited. Thought it would be good f’me to go.”

“So you need me to…watch your goldfish?” You held up the note, “and you needed to write me a note on how to take care of him?”

“It’s not that I think you can’t handle it, it’s just…erm, well, he’s all I’ve got.”

If Steven could get any more precious, you weren’t sure you’d feel comfortable doing all the depraved things you normally came to his office to do. You gave him a smile for reassurance before looking up to kiss him, hoping that would somehow make him feel more secure in your ability to care for his goldfish.

“I’ll take good care of him, but uh, where’s your apartment? You don’t want to show it to me before you go?”

“S’not a good idea, to have you go there with me. Too risky.” He shook his head before pointing at the paper in your hand, “the address is on there.”

You gulped, wondering why he wouldn’t want to be there at the same time as you. Tampering down the negative feelings, you tried to think about the fact that he entrusted you with this task, and not Jane. The note was simple, to feed Gus three times a day, with instructions on where his food was kept and an emergency vet number. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once in the evening. You put the paper and key in your school bag and then turned back to Steven.

“I’ll take care of him, no problem.” You agreed enthusiastically.

Steven wasted no more time with pleasantries. You often watched his demeanor shift from timid to dark and aroused the moment before he scooped you in for passionate kisses. In a matter of moments, you were stroking his cock while he fingered you once again, both chasing your release at the hand of the other.

He loved making you squirm, watching your parted lips glistening while you moaned under his touch. He relished the way your walls squeezed the life out of his finger when you reached your orgasm. Steven was mesmerized by the way you tasted, too, taking that same finger and cleaning it with his tongue.

Steven had taken to walking you home that night. It was chilly, and he held your hand to help keep you warm. It was late enough that you were sure you wouldn’t run into another student. He didn’t dare to kiss you though, the thought of it was too risky, and he had to be cautious.

When you got to your room, Layla was still up. The clock read 9:05pm. You dropped your bag on the floor and groaned before plopping down on your bed.

“Steven keeps you out late for tutoring, huh?” She asked.

“Yeah, he really wants to make sure I grasp the material.”

You realized when she said that, that you didn’t really learn much of anything from his tutoring. It had turned into an excuse for the two of you to continue your secret affair, barely touching your textbooks in his presence.

“A few friends and I are all going out this weekend, wanna come?” She asked, turning out the light.

The lie rolled off the tip of your tongue, as if you’d been planning this for ages.

“I can’t, my cousin is coming to visit and I promised I’d stay with her for the weekend.”

It was quiet for a moment. You wondered if she was going to question the truth about what you’d said, but she had no reason to.

“Alright, well if you decide you wanna come, she can come, too. Open invite.” Layla was silent after that, and so were you.

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On Friday evening, you were standing outside of Steven’s apartment door, twisting the deadbolt before hearing the latch come undone. There was something nerve wracking about walking into his apartment without him there. It would be so tempting to go through all of his things and learn as much about him as you could, but you felt a sense of guilt. It wasn’t right to go through someone else’s things, even if you were certain there was no way he would know.

You opened the door and stepped inside, being met with the smell of old books and a hint of chai right off the bat. It was a smell you enjoyed, a relaxing and warming scent. Looking around you could easily see the source from the copious amounts of books lining the several bookshelves throughout Steven’s lofty apartment. 

You were in complete awe at the sheer amount of stuff Steven owned. His apartment wasn’t dirty, he seemed to pick up after himself, but there was clutter all over. It was obvious that he’d tried to tidy a little bit though, judging from the fresh smell of linen hidden beneath the scent of the books.

Steven’s apartment was roughly a thirty minute walk from your dorm, so you didn’t want to take too long there, but your curiosity was piqued. You decided to start poking through Steven’s things. Despite it being a major invasion of privacy, you couldn’t help yourself.

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Steven was just getting out of his car around the time he assumed you’d be arriving at his apartment. He realized he should’ve exchanged numbers with you before leaving for the weekend, but he still felt nervous about intertwining your lives a little too much. There was no way for you to contact him though if there were some kind of emergency.

“It’s a damn goldfish, what kind of emergency are we talking about? You not taking her number is the smartest thing you’ve done so far.”

Steven had been ignoring Marc and his commentary for days, but that didn’t stop him from constantly leaving his two cents whenever he had the opportunity. He went to the front desk of the hotel where the seminar was taking place, quickly retrieving his key and making his way up to his room.

It was quiet in there, but it felt bare, not at all like what he was used to at home. He turned on the television; it was already playing the weather channel which he let lull in the background as he began to unpack.

“What was supposed to be a sunny weekend is unfortunately going to turn into a nor’easter. The storm changed course unexpectedly so New England will in fact be seeing over a foot of snow, beginning early tomorrow morning and throughout the weekend.”

Steven immediately thought of you and wondered how you were going to get from your dorm all the way to his home in the midst of a snow storm. Surely, you wouldn’t. This would’ve been the perfect time to have your number to check up on you. If there was ever a goldfish emergency, this was it.

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You felt like a creep, going through Steven’s things, but you were so, so curious to know what you’d be able to find out about him. Of course, he had an insurmountable collection of books scattered throughout the apartment. Every open bookshelf was stacked full with more than just paperbacks. He had knick knacks, paperweights and other odds and ends.

Your eyes were soon drawn to the bed. For a moment you thought about yourself, a wet and gasping mess at the large hands of Steven, gripping his sheets while he defiled you. On your way to the bed, you noticed the closet, his signature patterned shirts half visible. If Steven was hiding something, surely he would keep it in there.

His clothes were both plain, and too much all at once. Some of the patterns were a downright eyesore and you wondered what it was he saw in those clothes, but you also found it a little cute that he liked to express himself with patterns like that. A hat caught your eye, peeking out under a white button-down tucked in the corner of the closet. You’d never seen Steven wear a hat, nevermind a paperboy cap, you knelt to it curiously. It was black and looked hardly worn. When you picked it up you noticed a couple of leather gloves underneath. You supposed Steven must wear the hat and gloves when it got exceptionally cold.

Other than some jackets that you’d never seen him wear before, and an array of button-downs and ties, Steven’s closet was…boring. You weren’t sure what you’d expected to find in there when you walked in, but everyone had secrets. Maybe Steven was just a normal college professor.

You spent far too long in there, checking out some of the other things Steven’s apartment had to offer, and then finally feeding the goldfish like you were supposed to. When you looked outside, you noticed that it had snowed quite a bit since you arrived.

“Shit.”

It was going to be too cold to walk back yet, and the sidewalk would be covered in snow until the plow came through. Not to mention, you weren’t exactly dressed for snow. You looked over at the fish tank.

“Well Gus, looks like you and I are going to have a little sleepover.” You smirked at him, as though he could understand you.

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Steven was breaking out into a sweat over the thought that he might be coming home to a dead goldfish, and the fact that you would probably blame yourself. He didn’t blame you, not one bit, but he felt the need to pack his things and go home. The seminar wasn’t mandatory, and in fact, they had already told people that they could go home and attend the seminar virtually due to the weather. It was only going to get worse as the night went on.

He’d made up his mind, he was going back home.

“Let me drive amigo, the weather is horrible.” Jake insisted.

“No, nope I’m not doing that.” Steven said, getting into the car and slamming the door.

“Steven, let him drive. Are you trying to get us killed? I mean honestly,” Marc chimed in.

Steven ignored them, and shortly found himself white knuckling his steering wheel, driving toward the apartment. It was a two hour drive in normal conditions, so in the snow it would probably take a couple more. He only hoped that Gus wasn’t too hungry by the time he got there.

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You’d been scrolling through your phone for long enough and decided to find something comfortable to wear to bed. Out of Steven’s array of clothes, you found a comfortable dark blue long sleeve to slide on. It was long enough that it hung to your mid-thigh and still smelled like him. You resolved to make the bed in the morning and hoped he wouldn’t notice that you’d slept over.

You didn’t always read yourself to sleep, but you did that night, opting to peruse his collection. Steven had so many books, you thought you should at least take advantage of his library. While you knew you should read something new, you couldn’t help yourself from gravitating toward Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. It was your favorite, and you were feeling like a familiar story would be comforting in that moment.

It was around 2am when Steven arrived at his apartment. Immediately, he sensed something was off when he was able to open the door without the deadbolt’s resistance. He stepped inside, eyes darting instantly to the tank where he saw Gus swimming around happily, the fish’s food moved from its original spot. Steven put his bags down gently, taking in the rest of the apartment before his eyes finally landed on you.

You were sleeping, in his bed, in his shirt, with his book spread across your chest. His hand reached up and pressed to his chest. You’d, once again, taken his breath away.

“Steven…” Marc said, like a muffled man calling from a distance, his voice sounding like a warning.

Steven shut him out, too focused on the beautiful display in front of him. He took a step forward, trying carefully not to wake you. The clumsy man was successful up until his foot hit a pile of books and they knocked over onto the floor.

You startled awake, jumping up to shockingly see Steven standing in front of you. The fog of sleep dissipated and you realized how embarrassing your situation was. You were in your underwear, in Steven’s shirt, in his bed, reading his book.

Oh no, you thought. Now you look like you’re obsessed with him.

You assumed he must be upset with you, this wasn’t part of the instructions he had given you. You were supposed to be gone by the time he came back.

“Steven I’m so sorry, I got here and there was snow and…I didn’t mean to…” You were trying to come up with some kind of excuse to explain why you were in his clothes and bed..

Steven didn’t care. He didn’t care in the slightest. His cock was already  slowly growing, pressing against the confines of his pants in desperation. Your hair was a mess, face full of worry, and you were wearing his shirt. He was zoned out again, and you had been muttering and crawling out of the bed to collect your things, fumbling over your own tired feet.

“Love…” He said softly.

“-and I thought you were going to be gone so I was going to put everything back the way I found it before-”

“Love.” Steven said again while you continued collecting your things.

“-I just wanted to wear something comfy, I didn’t have anything else to wear. I’m really trying to help keep this on the down low, and I know you don’t want us to be here together.” You had your clothes in your arms and started walking toward the exit but Steven rushed to stand  in front of you and grabbed your shoulders.

You dropped the clothes into a heap on the floor.

“Darling, to have you here…lookin’ like that I…I’m thrilled.”

He brought you in for a deep and mind-numbing kiss and you quickly brought your hands up to tangle between his locks. Steven lifted you by your rear, and you wrapped your legs around his waist almost on instinct. You could already feel his cock pressing against you, begging for attention. You let out a moan, feeding it to him in between desperate kisses.

He carried you to the bed, leaning down to place you there gently and following to hover over you. He never let his lips leave yours while he pulled off his jacket and tossed it aside. His hand slid up, under the shirt you wore and latched onto your waist. You felt him grinding his hips against you, searching for friction in any way he could. His lips trekked from yours down your jaw, and to your neck while you tried to catch your breath.

“Oh, Steven!” You arched your back, pressing your chest against his.

You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He disconnected his lips from your skin only long enough for you to strip him before he latched onto your neck again. He groaned hungrily into you as you started working on his pants, undoing the button and zipper. It had felt like too long since you’d had him like this, even if it had only been a couple days. Regardless, every moment you spent away from Steven, you felt empty. Having him with you was the best feeling you could imagine.

“You’re really an eager little thing aren’t you, love?” He was out of breath, voice soft and heavy with arousal in your ear.

“Been wanting you, Steven.” You tried tugging at his pants but you couldn’t get them off. “Help me,” You whined with a chuckle.

Steven inhaled deeply as he got off the bed and took off his pants. You just watched in awe as his beautiful body was exposed to you, illuminated by the dim light of the apartment. His chest was heaving, and you were still surprised at how deceptively fit he was, even after feeling his body several times before.

“What?” He asked, giving you a side-smirk.

You shook your head slowly, “just love the way you look.”

He finished getting his pants and boxer-briefs off before kicking them to the side. He climbed back over you, hovering with his elbows on either side of your head, pressing his lips back to yours firmly. You felt his cock now, sliding on your inner thigh, transferring a trail of precum in its wake.

Steven was feeling anxious. He’d been with you before, several times, feeling your body and touching you, but he’d never had you in his bed before. He wanted to make sure he didn’t make you uncomfortable, or push you to do anything you didn’t want to do. He was just happy to have you there, but you were tempting him with the fire in your eyes, dragging your hands all over his body.

You trailed your fingertips down to his cock, tracing over his balls before caging your fingers around his girth. He had to separate his lips from yours to gasp at the sensations, the friction of you sliding over his cock forcing his body to tremble.

“Steven…” Your voice trembled as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Yes, love?” His voice sounded rough with desire.

“I think…” you paused to contemplate your next words, not wanting to say it before you were sure.

As though he could hear your thoughts, Steven said, “there’s no pressure, love, we can just go watch a movie or something, I can even take you home if you like.”

His eyes connected with yours, so full of love for you. He wanted nothing more than to feel your cunt wrapped around him, listening to your little moans and whimpers while he filled you, but he didn’t want you to do something you’d regret. He brushed over your cheek with his thumb tenderly.

“I know.” You bit your bottom lip. “I’m ready.”

Steven couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face. You trusted him, and that was enough to make his heart thump deafeningly in his ears.

“Are you sure?” He watched your expression, looking for any sense of apprehension.

You smiled and kissed him again in your excitement, “yeah.”

“Alright, aces.”

Steven’s breathing was shaky with nerves, feeling the pressure of being the one person in the world you chose to care for you like this.

He leaned back, “c’mon.” He urged you to sit and helped you remove your shirt.

Your body was trembling in anticipation of what was to come. It was hard to believe that it was happening, that you were finally doing it, but it felt right. Steven was like no one you’d ever met before, and he made you feel like no one ever had before. It was the right person, the right time, and the right place. You couldn’t think of anyone else you’d rather have this moment with.

“If you change your mind at any point, or want me to stop, just say something, alright?” He was looking right into your eyes, despite the fact that you were wearing nothing now except for your underwear.

You nodded, looking down from his eyes to his lips, just wanting to have them melting into yours again. You closed the gap, relishing in the feeling of your bare chest against his while he lowered you back down to the soft bedding. He wasted no time kissing down your neck, working his way over your collarbone and softly dragging his tongue over one of your nipples. You let out a quiet gasp, arching your back into his mouth.

Steven moaned over your peaked mound, teething your nipple gently, cock throbbing just listening to the sounds you were making. There was still a quiet nagging in the back of his mind, not Marc, not even Jake, but just his own moral compass trying to tell him that you were too naive for him to corrupt you like this. He felt for a split second that he should stop but when he looked up at you, and you looked back at him with those pleading eyes, he knew it would be impossible to say no to you.

He grabbed the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your thighs, balling them up and then tossing them over with all the other discarded clothes. He kissed down your abdomen, leaving a wet one just below your navel, and worked his way down to your already glistening slit.

It sure was a sight, your sweet little cunt, and Steven couldn’t wait to bury himself inside, but he knew he had to at least try to prepare you first. It was going to hurt, no matter how much preparation he did, but he was going to try to make it as good as possible for you. He dragged a finger from the base of your opening upward circling over your clit, biting his lip at the sound of your whines and whimpers.

That little sound he loved so much, the high pitched gasp you always made when he started flicking his tongue over your clit only served to silence his conflicted thoughts. You grabbed Steven’s head, holding on tightly to his curls and enjoying the way his mouth felt, hot and soft against your folds. He slipped a finger inside easily, you were already soaked.

“Gonna try to get a second one in there, alright love? Gotta open you up a little, make it hurt less.” Steven said, never taking his lips off of you.

“Oh…okay.” You grabbed the sheets, bracing yourself for the impending pain and holding your breath.

Steven brought a second finger to your entrance, meeting resistance almost immediately. You were so tight he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to get his cock in there when the time came. Slowly, as he pushed through the threshold, he heard you wince and hiss. While he didn’t enjoy causing you pain, he loved feeling your cunt tighten around his fingers. Your walls were soft, like velvet, clenching over his digits violently.

“You alright, darling?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You managed, lips pressed together tightly.

Both of your hands reached out to grip the sheets tightly, letting go of his hair. You really were alright, despite the burn he brought with his thick fingers. You were wet enough that the digits slipped in fairly easily, despite being painful. Your knuckles were starting to ache from how tightly you held on to the sheets.

“Try to relax, just let go, it’ll feel better soon, promise.”

You let out a sharp exhale before letting your body fall limp on the mattress. Though you were still in agony, you knew that keeping your body tense would be counterproductive. Steven hummed in approval before closing his mouth over your clit once more, gently mouthing at it. He slowly started sliding his fingers in and out of you, dragging his fingertips over your walls gently. As your cunt eased into the delicious stretch, it started to feel good, so much better than anything you’d felt him do before.

“There you go, just like that.” He moaned over your clit before flicking his tongue around it some more.

Steven thought you could handle it, so he started pumping his fingers faster, fucking them into you all the way to the base. He could tell that you were starting to enjoy yourself more, based on the way your agonizing whimpers turned into deep moans. He could definitely tell when you started angling your hips to get his fingers into you even deeper.

He had to really focus to not lose himself prematurely. It would’ve been foolish for you to finally agree to trusting him with something so precious only for him to come all over the bedding before even getting the chance to feel you.

There it was, the soft fluttering of your walls, the tightening over his fingers, you were so close. He slurped over your clit, swirling his tongue in tandem with his pursed lips to create an inexplicable sensation over your entire body. Your thighs squeezed his shoulders while you tossed your head back. The delicious glide of his digits was becoming unbearable.

“Steven, ahhh, feels…feels so good.” You groaned, turning your head to the side and biting your lip tightly.

He was more than happy to oblige, but still mindful of how tender your tight hole would be. He was so glad that it was bringing you pleasure despite the initial pain. His fingers moved faster, curling on each plunge, and your breathing shallowed while you approached your climax.

“Just like that, keep moving your tongue like…oh like that!”

There it was, the squeeze that nearly crushed Steven’s fingers inside of you and the cries he worried might wake the neighbors, until he decided he didn’t care what they thought. You were shaking the bed as your body shook and trembled over him. He slowed down as your body relaxed, coming down from the brain-fogging high.

He climbed back over you, meeting his eyes with yours. Your lids were low, and you were looking at him lovingly with a sated gaze which he was so happy to see. He closed his lips over yours, sharing the taste of your juices with his tongue. You moaned, feeling his cock rubbing against you once again, dragging over your thigh with desperation. You felt your cunt spark alive once more, ready to take him, ready to feel him filling you up. You could only hope that it wouldn’t hurt too badly.

“Are you ready? You can still say no, I promise I won’t take it to heart. I’m happy to have whatever you’ll give me, even if it’s just a smile.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, “I can’t think of anything I’d want more than this, Steven.”

Steven nodded eagerly, kissing you again as though he were trying to give you another chance to change your mind. It felt like time was going by too slow and too fast at the same time. He lined himself up with your entrance, spreading the folds over his head and looked at you again.

“S’gonna hurt, love, nothing I can do about that. I’m sorry in advance. The prep should help but…”

“I know, it’s alright,” you cupped his face in your hands and nodded, “go ahead.”

Slowly, but intentionally, Steven started to push into you. At first you thought it would be okay, just the tip was fine, but then…

“Oh my…” You gasped, leaning upward and holding onto his neck for dear life.

You felt the searing pain in your core as he tore through you, eyes shutting instinctively as Steven immediately fell into a flurry of apologies.

“Love, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s just this part that’s the worst, it will get easier.” He held onto your back tightly as he continued thrusting himself to the hilt. You gripped his shoulders with all your might. “Sorry, I’m- Are you-”

“Yes.” You said through clenched teeth, “d-don’t stop, don’t…fuck.”

You were glad he prepped you ahead of time, because you couldn’t imagine what that would’ve felt like had he not done some sort of pre-stretching with his fingers. When he pulled back, you relaxed and let go of him, laying back onto the pillows. Steven smiled at you, pressing a hand to your cheek and brushing away a tear that you didn’t know you had shed. He looked so happy to be sharing this with you.

“Thank you for trusting me with this.” He said softly.

“I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”

You felt his body tremble with your words. His gaze changed from his smiling expression to a lusty gaze as he slid forward once again, your tight walls gripping him so well. You pressed your lips together in an effort not to show your pain and closed your eyes. He let out a sharp exhale while he churned inward slowly. He was so gentle, but his cock was so big. You weren’t sure when it was going to stop hurting.

“You’re doing great, love,” when you opened your eyes, his met with yours, sparkling and encouraging, “I know it hurts now, but it will start to feel good soon, I promise.”

It was tight, so tight. He’d never felt anything like it before and he was fighting the urge to piston his hips to oblivion. He was being confident for your sake, but he’d never taken someone’s virginity before. He only hoped it would feel good soon, he didn’t like to see you in pain. The sounds you were making though, the whines and whimpers of your agony, he hated to admit that they piqued his arousal, making his body tingle with desire.

Steven had an idea that he hoped might help. He leaned back, looking down between your legs but froze, seeing the streaks of red lining his cock. He’d really done a number splitting you open. The way your tight little pussy looked gripping him was mind numbing to say the least. His mouth fell open as his breathing turned ragged and you noticed.

“W-what?” You asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“I’m so sorry darling, looks like I’ve made you bleed a little.” His throat bobbed when he gulped, but then you heard him groan. He liked seeing that he spread you out like that, “looks quite nice though, sorry to say. Let me see if this helps.”

He took a bit of spit on his fingers and started rubbing his thumb over your clit gently. You were relieved when it did help negate the ache of the stretch even just a little. Steven felt it too, tossing his head back while he started churning his hips again.

“Guess it’s working, yeah? I can feel you making room for me, love.”

You nodded, breathing heavily and trying to push through the pain. It was working though, Steven’s slick movements around your sensitive bundle of nerves. His thrusts were becoming a little faster, and the delicious drag of his cock was hitting just the right spot deep inside of you. It was starting to feel good.

“Feels good…oh shit…feels really good, Steven.”

As if he wasn’t in control of his own body, he started fucking you faster, his arousal was building, and he was getting so close. Your whines turned to moans when he angled your hips to take him harder, and he knew what he was doing was working. Your eyes connected with his, and you bit your bottom lip as you reached your hands up to touch his abdomen. His toned body rippled under the soft flesh of his stomach.

“Is that feeling better love? Feels good f’me,” Steven groaned as he lifted your leg up to get in deeper. “Oh…yeah, s’really good darling.”

“It’s better…so much better I…I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer!”

“Where do you want me to…oh, love I’m so close, where do you-”

He was breathing heavily, struggling to get his sentence out.

“I have a thing, the uhh…” you were close, having a hard time speaking, “just…inside, please fucking come inside me, Steven!”

Your cunt started gushing over his cock in crushing waves, and he couldn’t last any longer. He moaned, heavier and louder than you’d ever heard as he filled you with a warmth you’d never felt before. He was pushing deep into you, far as he could go. While it pulsated, you felt the burn come back, stretching you just a little further. You felt so full.

When he was finished, glistening in sweat and face full of satisfaction, he pulled out of you. The cum burned on your freshly torn hole as it started to dribble out. You winced and tried to reach your hand down to collect what was falling out. Steven just chuckled at your efforts, watching his spend leak out of you.

“Bit late for that love, gonna need to toss these sheets right out after that.” He sighed before going to the bathroom.

You were in a mild state of shock. You couldn’t believe you’d just done that, and with your professor no less. He came back out, bearing a warm towel and some tylenol.

“Lay back, gotta get you cleaned up.”

You winced when he touched the towel to your tender folds. He was gentle, though, softly running the cloth over your skin and it helped soothe the burn.

“You’ve got to try and push it all out, then you should use the bathroom. That’s what I’ve been told.” He smirked a little, feeling a bit embarrassed trying to tell you how to care for your own body.

In truth though, you appreciated any knowledge he could give you. You didn’t know anything about this stuff, not having planned on tonight, but he seemed to know a lot. The thought struck you with a little jealousy. How many women had Steven been with before you to know all of this?

“So, you’ve done this a lot?” You said before you squeezed your abdomen, trying to get his cum out of you. You felt it dribble out.

He shook his head and let out a heavy sigh, “no, not a lot, just a couple times.”

He felt a little guilty for getting some enjoyment out of your jealousy. Who was he? An alter for a mentally ill man, playing professor at your college, far too old for you with looks that paled in comparison to yours. He was lucky to even be around you, at least that’s how he felt. To think that someone like you harbored any jealousy for him at all blew his mind.

“Wish I’d waited for you though, for what it’s worth.” He tapped your nose with his index finger before leaning in for a kiss.

“I’m glad I waited for you, Steven.”

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. . . D R I F T I N G A W A Y . . .

a carmen x latina reader series.

Warnings: The following series will address difficult topics such as $ui€id3, drug, & illnesses. Romance is not the main focus of this series but, does occur.

Disclaimer: English is not my native language, any errors will be corrected when noticed. Photo used does not correlate with the chapter. It was just pretty so I added it :3

Chapter One.

The sounds of pots sizzling and popping filled the small apartment. A delicious scent filling the space as your fingers tapped against the counter staring blankly at the clock above the stove. Following the instructions your mother had wrote down years ago on the back of some paper bag came easily. You only wished she was next to you watching you finally take up cooking after years of neglecting your skills.

Searing both sides of the thin cut hanger steak, did you plop them back into the water filled pot. Grabbing the mixture of tomato sauce and homemade sofrito did you place a lid. The faintest of steam escaping as you turned away to peel, wash and slice the last yellow onion in your home. In the process of slicing did your phone ring causing you to flinch from the sudden noise.

"Hola Papa, que paso?"

"Que estas haciendo Mija?" His question caused you to raise an eyebrow. Was he going to hound you about eating again ? Or was he just bored out of his mind at home with your mother.

"I'm cooking right now. Do...Do you want to come over for some bistec encebollado?" Biting your lower lip did you manage to place the phone on speaker in order to complete the next step.

Place the onions in and mix until everything is covered in the sauce mi amor.

"You cook?" He teased above the clear sounds of his car door shutting. The sound of his feet dragging across some gravel before the heavy stomps only signafing he was going up a flight of stairs.

"Very funny, see you soon papa." You shouted back as you kept your focus on the meat and bubbling sauce. A small smile has tugged on your lips as you went back to staring blankly.

It took you a total of 35 minutes to fully cook the meal before plating it. Large circular plates without a chip in sight, the perfect pile of white rice in the center. Layered on top were four equally sliced pieces of steak, the sauce drizzled on top with a scoop of onions finishing the home cooked masterpiece.

"It smells good in here!" Your father shouted from the entryway.

"A las 8:30 I'll swing by to pick you up." Was the last thing you heard before running up the stairs towards the same beaten doors.

This run down building would be the death of you if you had to hear Ms. Mancini complain about her grown son and his addiction. That little Italian lady had way too much energy for you to keep up with. But, she was definitely a life saver as she took up so much time you didn't have to share shit.

Grabbing a cup of watered down coffee, or joe as the older people would tell you, did you find a seat. Nestling into the plastic chair was difficult but you managed. Ankles crossing while your arms rested on your chest folded. The cup held tightly in your left hand as you nodded your greetings towards the familiar faces of strangers.

Just as Marc began to do his usual introduction did the sounds of the door opening fill the space. Your eyes dragging upwards from your lap to take in the appearance of someone new. Tangled curls, chapped lips and the most bluest of eyes you’ve seen in a while. Tongue dragging across the inside of your mouth did you find yourself lost in them. Who even was this broken man!?

It wasn’t normal for the AA meetings to have new faces, always surrounded by the same five broken souls. Hearing the same god damn stories about survival guilt and addictions. Pitiful nods of agreement when you spill your guts out to a total stranger. What was the point of even being here.

“Excuse me?” Your voice wavered a bit as you snapped back into reality. Eyes looking for the source of the voice addressing you as the person with a “green army coat”

“I’m sorry, C-Can you repeat yourself?”

It felt like every last pair of eyes were burning holes into your face, you didn’t share much this meeting like all the others in the past. You only came because your annoying father would drop you off. His greying hair hiding his stone cold eyes as he would remind you he’d be back in an hour. It was always an hour. When did your life go to shit!?

The meeting unfolded just like every other meeting did. When it was time to part ways, you could see the strange man watching you. His cheeks were now a shade of red, his hair somehow became even more of a mess and yet he still looked handsome and broken. He didn’t speak much but, you could tell he was troubled and came at his own will.

“Mija, let’s go. Your mother is waiting for us.”

Your ears quickly became hot as you felt embarrassment consume your body. Mouth opening only to close just as quickly. It was embarrassing being in your late twenties and still having your father treat you like you were an infant. “Coming Papa.” You managed to yell back as you continued to look at the stranger. A surge of confidence overtook your usually calm and quiet demeanor, directly looking at those stunning blue eyes

“My names (Y/N) and I’m sorry for your pain.”

Carmen was rushing into the rundown building for the second time in his whole existence. He was a punctual man, always 10 minutes early to anything he had pre planned. Today was a complete 180. Natalie had to remind him a handful of times that there would be a meeting today across the city. That it would do him some good if he left on time to get there right when the meeting began.

Rounding the corner did he freeze under the startling gaze of the person whom he made eye contact with not long ago. Nervously licking his lips did he approach the circle apologizing under his breath. The seat beside you was empty, almost as if you were saving it for him. Patting the plastic chair did you tear your gaze away from his to focus on the man talking about his sister for the tenth time this year.

“Way to make an entrance big boy.” You whispered towards Carmen with a sly smile painted across your face. It was clear to you that he was under some distress due to the tardiness. Glancing over at him did you see his shoulders visibly relax from their tension. “Didn’t miss much, Ms. Mancini told us about her cat dying.”

The meeting continued to unfold in a rather uneventful manner. You refused to spill your guts to the room full of strangers, Carmen gave a vague answer to any questions. The both of you awkwardly content with hearing everyone’s worlds falling apart without disturbing your peace. Blue eyes would look into yours occasionally as if asking you if you heard the same sob story as he did. And for a time, this was how your interactions would unfold.

Carmen would show up roughly around the same time as you. You’d kiss your father’s cheek while mumbling a goodbye before walking in beside Carmen. You both didn’t truly know each other besides his brother was dead and your mother was dying. It was a mutual understanding and respect between two broken adults, there was no need to complicate things until that fateful evening.

TAG : @fridavacado AUTHOR'S THOUGHTS : Honestly speaking this is more of an intro chapter ..... the following chapter picks up on season 3 episode 1. That chapter is a lengthy one and is 100% better written than this garbage. What do we think reader's occupation should be ? Message if you'd like to be tagged in that one :3

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Holidays With Them <3

Steven Grant x f!muslim!reader, Jake Lockley x f!muslim!reader, Marc Spector x f!muslim!reader

Warnings: Absolutely tooth rooting fluff, ohmy god it is so so sweet you'll get a cavity. Lots of religion talk, food talk too. This is written with an Arab hijabi reader in mind so yes, it is a female reader!

A/N: AHHHH YOU DONT GET THE GIGGLES I GOT WHILE WRITING THIS!!! There is such a big lack of muslim!reader fics out there so it's my new mission to PUT THEM out there for the sake of me, and all of you pretty baes who asked for a tag or reached out about how touching the little blurb was, THANK YOU.

Synopsis: Disgustingly sweet Ramadan and Eid activities with your favourite boys

Word count: 2215 (sigh. I told you guys.)

Steven Grant: 

Steven’s a very curious soul, and he’s the kind of person who adores learning about new places, people and cultures. So you can imagine when you first started dating, he was already knee deep in studies of Arabian cultures and traditions (he’s a nerd but he’s cute). 

He’s regularly a very comforting person but you swear you’ve never met anyone who you feel so free and open to talk about your heritage and religion with. Naturally, when Ramadan and Eid came around, Steven was actually beyond excited. While he may have done a lot (and I mean a lot.) of research, he also loved listening to you talk for hours about traditions and Islamic history, so he absolutely made sure to sit down and ask at least a million questions, half of which you know he knew the answer to, he just wanted to hear it from you. 

By the time the first week had passed, he’d taken time off from work and decided he was just going to stay home with you for the rest of it even after you protested multiple times. 

He loves spending the mornings with you! On the early mornings when you decide to stay up after Fajr (which is often) he takes over from Marc to stay up with you. You’re sitting on the couch reading through your daily pages of the Qur’an, while he’s sitting at his cluttered desk, bent over a new book with highlighters and pens scribbling in the book margins. 

It’s peaceful and calming and you can’t help the way your heart squeezes every time you look up and glance at him. You felt incredibly blessed to be able to spend such an important holiday with such kind-hearted souls. It made it feel like the world was smiling down on you. When you got tired and started feeling your eyes drooping shut, you heard Steven shuffle over, gently tucking your copy of the Qur’an out of your hands and onto the table, carefully scooping you up and carrying you to bed. It became a routine. You’d wake up for Suhoor and have a quick meal- and like clockwork as soon as you finish Fajr prayer, Steven comes shuffling out of the room, tugging on a fluffy sweater with a little yawn. He grabbed a cup of water, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, before settling at his desk. There was barely any talking, it was just a comfortable silence. He’d interrupt with the occasional question, or maybe a little fun fact- “Did you know ancient Egyptians didn’t use the wheel until the Old Kingdom?” You hummed, looking up from your reading. “Really? Makes sense. Stones were too heavy for wood anyway,” 

He’d nod, smile, then turn back to reading. Other than that, there were no interruptions. He liked it, especially when you felt good enough to do your Quran reading out loud. It made him happy, listening to you read in your mother tongue- and while he was never a religious person, it filled him with a weird feeling. He didn’t understand a word of it, but it reminded him of poetry- not something he could entirely understand or relate to, but still beautiful. Especially beautiful when you have enough courage to explain what you understand from different parts. It was a form of intimacy to share such sacred and important things with one another- it was a level of trust you both valued beyond anything else. 

He decided this was his favourite time of the day then, and he thrived in the gentle atmosphere of the month- how could he not like spending lazy mornings with you for so long? If he could, he’d never work again, he’d simply stay home and spend forever with you. While that isn’t possible in this reality, he’s more than happy to have this month as a forever. 

Marc Spector: 

Marc was very different from Steven. He was not the kind to research every small aspect, or to encourage you to give him a long lecture about your culture. He was more of a silent lover who showed his lover through small, quiet gestures. He wakes you up every night for Suhoor, leaving a small meal for you in the fridge because he knows Steven would forget. You realised after the first few days, your prayer mat and abaya had gone missing and you had asked him about it, he said he had moved them somewhere quieter. When you had found them, you felt your heart ache so deeply you thought you were dying. He had moved it all to a small corner of the living room, clutter moved out and thoroughly cleaned, with little lanterns and a small plant there. The prayer mat was laid out, along with your Quran and it smells faintly of musk. You thought you might die right then and there as you processed the fact that he had put together a small prayer corner for you. When you’d try to ask him about it, he’d simply shrug, muttering about how “it’s not that big of a deal honey, just glad you liked it.” He doesn’t get that it is a big deal. 

It took a little longer for you to realise that Marc had stopped going out for his…nightly activities. At first, you thought that maybe there just weren’t any new missions, but after a while you knew that something was up because now, he’s staying at home every night. Right after you had Iftar and cleaned up with Jake, Marc would take over, arguing to set up a movie and spend the night cuddling on the couch. When you brought it up, he acted like it was a normal thing. “You said this was a month to get rid of bad things like sex right? Well, sex has been removed from the equation, but violence is still a bad thing,” He shrugged. “Didn’t wanna ruin your time with all the blood on my hands,” You turned to face him properly, frowning. “You’re not ruining anything! Habibi, it’s your duty, isn’t it? Wouldn’t Khonshu get mad?” Marc hummed, tightening his arm around your waist. “Don’t care about him.” “Marc-” “Shhhh, enjoy the movie, baby. I’ve got it figured out, yeah? Besides, I like spending my nights with you, makes me happy that you want to spend this special time with me,” “Well obviously I do,” You leaned into him. “This means you’ll walk with me to Friday prayers now?” He chuckled. “Of course,”

You notice after that talk that he starts opening up a lot more. You noticed he’d ask about kosher food when you went out for Iftar on those off days. And you felt beyond proud and overjoyed when you saw him pulling out his kippah one day. He didn’t wear it, but you knew it was just the next step. Him considering it flooded you with joy- that maybe he’s healing a little every day and that it’s getting better slowly. 

Marc was also very good at another important thing: Period comfort. Your period came as it always did, full speed ahead and a pain in the ass, but Marc is always always there at the ready, this time even more. He makes sure you’re super hydrated, there’s always a water bottle beside you at all times- he makes sure you take the painkillers the first day since it’s always the worst, and he gives the best massages. He’s even gone the extra mile to pull up hours long Quran videos on youtube so you can listen to them as you try to fall asleep.

He was a quiet, gentle lover who swept through like a soft breeze that caressed your cheek and left rain kisses on your face. 

Jake Lockley: 

Jake was a romantic, as much as he hated to admit it (and he really hated it). While he’s definitely not as planted in education as Steven is, he’s still incredibly touched when you ask him to help you make Iftar for the first time. In all honesty, he’s never really learnt much about religions and cultures, so it’s definitely new to him but he feels like he won a lottery every time you share a glimpse of your childhood with him, or your favourite traditions or religious stories. With everything he’s been through in life, he’s never really had much time to learn about other people but he’s definitely very happy to learn now, especially from you. One of his new, all time favourite pastimes is making meals in the kitchen with you. While you’re just two people for the evening, he constantly insists on making many different dishes each night. He’s always the one to go out grocery shopping, whether after a taxi shift or just randomly on an afternoon, he just whips out a list and goes on a whim. He adores spending afternoons with you trying out all sorts of different foods. While he’s not a master chef, he definitely has good talent, but it’s honestly not even the food that makes it fun, it’s just the domestic task being done with you. He can’t help but feel all sappy and emotional over it. It’s just really hard for him to believe that he’s spent so long hurting and alone but now he’s got all this love and care all coming from you- for him. He feels so overwhelmed in moments like these when he forgets that hurt, and he just feels so understood and loved. 

As the days roll around, he starts spreading out more. He’s researching a dozen new recipes every day, a million Youtube tutorials and a notebook full of scribbles for different ideas to try with you. It becomes your thing then, like movie nights with Marc and early morning studying with Steven- cooking with Jake just fit in so easily. He’s cheesy, so much that he’d start dancing with you right there- while you may not be playing music in those days, he’s still humming along to your wedding song as he spins you around a few times, before picking you up and placing you on the counter, insisting that “my princesa shouldn’t have to cook after fasting all day. I’ve got hands, I can do it,” He makes use of every single moment you can get together but he also makes sure to give you your space and time to fulfil your tasks for the month. 

One of the harder things for Jake was definitely putting a pause on the mercenary stuff. He’s not the kind to say no to Khonshu, and he takes a sort of…pride in his missions. It keeps him occupied on those nights and makes him feel useful, so when Marc said he wasn’t doing the missions for the month, Jake was definitely hesitant. He understood why, of course, and got why it’s important but he wasn’t sure how to just drop the job for so long. In the end though, he doesn’t regret it one small bit. 

Best part about Jake though? Eid shopping. While Steven is definitely the one with a bit more appreciation for clothing, Jake is all in for style and spoiling his favourite girl. It’s the last few days of the month, and you’re just dragging one another from one store to the next. You try on at least a million different outfits before guys settle on something cute, simple and elegant. He’s also always always determined on buying you new hijabs EVERY TIME you go out, despite you already having many at home, he insists on getting new ones so you have “extras in case anything happens” (let’s be honest, he just likes spending money on you.) He will absolutely NOT let you pay for your Eid clothes, it’s happened more than once where you’ll just be struggling against each other only for him to be the one to reach out and tap his card and pay. He gets all smug and happy about it while you just grumble but in the end he makes up for it, always, with ice cream. 

He’s very damn insistent on goody bags too. While you guys don’t have kids, Jake absolutely goes insane every time he sees the little kids at mosques. He’s very sure to buy at a loooot of chocolate and candy boxes and spends those last few nights with you after Iftar on the living room floor, bags sprawled out everywhere and a bad sitcom in the background as you fill up a hefty amount of bags to hand out. The kids adore him, because he’s funny and sweet and let’s them mess around with him, and the kids have just taken to following you outside after Eid prayers because they know Jake’s going to be outside, leaning against his car and waiting for you to come. 

You always come back to him of course, whether exhausted after work or thrilled after a beautiful morning at the mosque, you always come back, as he always comes back to you too. 

Nothing’s keeping him away from his girl, and the wide smile on your face throughout the day as you go out to celebrate? He can’t help but feel like he’s the luckiest man alive. 

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 44 - Commence

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            Bloody Bug moved through the city as she searched the usual haunts of the guys she looked for. She hadn’t seen any except for Ivan out with Mylene as they got some ice cream from Andre’s ice cream cart. She leapt down and approached the pair.

            “Our mighty hero, Bloody Bug! Come for an ice cream?” Andre cheered.

            “Maybe later, big guy. I’m here on business. An investigation and I need to speak with this gentleman right here,” Bloody Bug said as she motioned to Ivan.

            “M-me?” Ivan asked.

            “Can I join you two?” Mylene asked.

            “W-wait…!” Ivan protested

            “Fine by me. Come alone with me.”

            Mylene grabbed Ivan’s hand as they followed Bloody Bug to an empty alley. Ivan opened his mouth, but Bloody Bug held up her hand as Mylene transformed into Hydra. Ivan’s jaw dropped as Hydra scooped him up and they headed to an isolated area on the outskirts.

            “This seems a little far, doesn’t it?” Hydra commented.

            “Yeah, well, I want to be careful and not feel a thousand eyes on me. Especially for this.”

            Bloody Bug took off the panja bracelet and handed it out to Ivan. Ivan raised a brow while Hydra’s eyes lit up.

            “Ivan, you get to be a hero with me!” Hydra cheered.

            “Wait, really?”

            “Should you accept this burden. I’m sure you’ve seen the news, seen the results of the recent battle with Mayura. Cat and I failed as fusions, but a team succeeded. We’ve been ordered to hand out the last of the jewels to build a team to take on Mayura. It’s dangerous, you could get hurt, but I trust you,” Bloody Bug explained.

            “Could I possibly die?” Ivan asked.

            Bloody Bug inhaled, then sighed. “There’s a chance. There’s always that chance.”

            “But it’ll be ok! You have me and everyone else. Isn’t that right?” Hydra exclaimed.

            “Yes. Furthermore, you’re not to engage Mayura alone. Should you encounter her, inform the team and we will handle her together. So, Ivan Bruel, do you accept?” Bloody Bug asked.

            Ivan grimaced and looked down at Hydra. “You’ll be at my side always?”

            “Always, my big teddy bear,” Hydra cooed.

            Ivan blushed and hugged Hydra before he took the panja bracelet.

            “Welcome to the team. Now, would either of you know where I could find the Marc, Nathaniel, Kim, or Max?”

            Ivan raised a brow while Hydra nodded.

            “We saw Kim and Max heading into the zoo earlier. I think it was the one that Alya’s dad works at. Nathaniel said something about plans with Marc at a café near Jardin des Plantes.”

            Bloody Bug nodded and headed off to find them. She scouted the first café, 2B Café, but didn’t see them. She checked Le Petit Café with no luck before she headed to Le Café Parisien where she found Nathaniel and Marc. She stepped inside and up to their table. They both gawked up at her along with the rest of the establishment. She opened her mouth when she heard a few cat calls and wolf whistles followed by crude remarks.

            Bloody Bug curled her lip as her eye twitched. “Right, you two. I have evidence that you have information I need regarding an investigation. I ask that you two come with me.”

            “What is-?” Marc started.

            Nathaniel jumped up. “Yes! And after can we interview you? Please?”

            “We’ll see how far we get, Tomato.”

            “Tomato? That’s-.”

            Bloody Bug threw Nathaniel over her shoulder as she scooped Marc up in her free arm. She headed for the door when a thousand eyes fell on her. She shook herself as she turned back to the room. She scanned it for anything unusual but didn’t see anything. She frowned as the feeling persisted as she stepped outside.

            “Hold on tight, lanky boy,” Bloody Bug muttered.

            Marc held on tight as Bloody Bug leapt up. She dashed and jumped through the city out to the outskirts until the feeling of the eyes faded. She let out a breath and put the boys down. They groaned and collapsed onto the ground.

            “That was… a wild ride,” Marc commented.

            “Sorry, boys. Something is watching me today and I can’t be too careful. Especially with what I’m about to ask.”

            Nathaniel and Marc raised their brows as Bloody Bug held out the snake bracelet for Marc and the fox necklace for Nathaniel.

            “Wait, are these like your earrings and Chat Noir’s ring that Hawkmoth wanted?” Nathaniel asked.

            “Yes. Nathaniel, I am trusting you with the power of illusions while, Marc, I’m trusting you with the power of second chances. You will use these to help us bring down Mayura, if you choose to accept them.”

            Nathaniel grinned and snatched the necklace while Marc hesitated.

            “This sounds… really dangerous,” Marc whispered.

            “It is, but that comes with the territory of doing anything right. However, that shouldn’t stop us from them. Tell me, do you want these villains to stop and return life to normal?” Bloody Bug asked.

            Marc considered and nodded.

            “Then help me. Take a stand and help me put an end to all this. Help me give everyone their happy ending. Including you two.”

            Marc’s eyes widened as they darted over to Nathaniel, then back at the bracelet. He hesitated before he reached out and took it.

            “Be careful moving forward. You are not to engage Mayura alone. Should you encounter her, inform the team, and we will work together to bring her down. Understood?”

            Nathaniel and Marc nodded.

            “Thank you. Now, you’ll have to excuse me. I have two more jewels to give out and another to get back. Then I need to make things right.”

            “Wait! Make things right with who?” Nathaniel asked.

            “Someone who’s life I destroyed just by existing.”

            Bloody Bug left Nathaniel and Marc before Nathaniel could get another question out. She headed for the zoo that Otis Cesaire worked at. She scanned the area and found Kim taunting a panther while Max stood beside him. She landed on the railing between them as Kim went on about how he’s faster than any wild cat. She rolled her eyes, grabbed his throat, and pulled him in close.

            “You are a fucking arrogant dumbass that couldn’t be bothered to think for a split second about how stupid you sound right now, fool. Enough heckling a damn beast because you and pint-sized are coming with me,” Bloody Bug hissed.

            “Pint-sized? Are you referring to me? I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m sure I’m taller than you,” Max commented.

            Bloody Bug deadpanned as she threw Kim over her shoulder and scooped up Max before she headed back out to the city outskirts. She placed them down as Max collapsed.

            “Quite the thrill ride there, Bloody Bug. Uh, we won’t be doing that again, will we?” Max asked.

            “No. You’ll be getting yourselves home with these,” Bloody Bug said as she held out the last two jewels.

            “Woah! What are these?” Kim asked.

            Max hummed. “By chance, would these be related to the jewels Kim told me about after his Dark Cupid experience?”

            “They are. Kim, we’re reluctantly trusting you with the power in power invulnerably. Max, we’re trusting you with the power of multiplication. If you accept, you are to help us in bringing Mayura down.”

            “What about Hawkmoth?” Max asked.

            “He is no longer a threat to worry about. Mayura is though. She’ll be a dangerous foe, and I’ll understand if you’re afraid to-.”

            “Afraid? Me? Ha! I’m not afraid of anything. Give me that ring thing!” Kim yelled as he snatched the nose ring.

            Bloody Bug and Max watched Kim fight with getting the nose ring on. Kim got it in, spoke with Stompp, and transformed. Bloody Bug and Max raised their brows seeing Kim’s clothes become a set of maroon athletic techwear jacket and pants, a white shirt, and ox-themed running shoes. His mohawk was dyed red as a pair of golden bull horns adorned his head. He laughed and cheered as he ran around like a kid in a candy store. They both deadpanned and looked at each other.

            “So, will you…?” Bloody Bug started.

            “Yes. I’ll take the necklace.”

            “Thank you. And uh, good luck with that.”

            “I’m going to need it. See you on the battlefield, Bloody Bug.”

            Bloody Bug nodded and headed off in search of Marinette. She stopped in first at the bakery and received a warm welcome as she stepped inside.

            “There’s our hero! Come, Bloody Bug, I have something to show you!” Tom called from the register.

            “Make it quick, please. I’m-,” Bloody Bug started.

            “Of course! You are a busy woman protecting all of Paris. I wanted to thank you for everything you and your team has done, so I started making these!”

            Tom stepped back to unveil a display case with different pastries themed after the heroes. Ladybug creampuffs, black cat eclairs, bee chouquettes, mini rabbit loaves, rooster tarts, fluffy Pomeranian croissants, pig scones, turtle beignets, and goat cupcakes. The patrons buzzed as Bloody Bug felt all their eyes on her along with the return of the thousand eyes.

            “Would… would these be available? You know, to purchase?”

            Tom’s face lit up. “Of course! Special order only. With the first one for our fearless hero on the house.”

            “No, no. You don’t need to do that. I can pay.”

            “Nonsense! For everything you’ve done for this city and my daughter, this is just the least I can do.”

            Guilt gnawed at Bloody Bug and left her hollow. She opened her mouth, but Tom cut her off.

            “In fact, my little girl helped me make these. She’s so talented. Don’t you agree?”

            “Uh, yeah. Uh, speaking of, where is she?”

            “Oh, she left for a date a little while ago. She’s going to the movies with the Agreste boy.”

            The bakery erupted in gasps and excited buzzing. Bile churned in Bloody Bug’s stomach as she fought to keep it down.

            “Ah, well. I’ll have to catch her later. Say, when could I get some of these special pastries? Namely the chouquettes first. And possibly the dog croissants and bun loaves?”

            “I can have them ready by the end of the day.”

            “Cool. I’ll swing by later then. Uh, later!”

            Bloody Bug retreated from the bakery and searched for Marinette. Bile rose and lumped in her throat as she couldn’t shake the many eyes on her. She ignored them when she found Marinette and Felix masquerading as Adrien nearing a nearby movie theater. She took a deep breath and landed in front of them. Everyone gasped and jumped back as they gawked at her.

            “Bloody Bug? What are you-?” Marinette started.

            Bloody Bug ignored Marinette and pushed between Marinette and Felix. “You need to head back to the Agreste mansion, Felix.”

            “Felix? Uh, Bloody Bug, that’s…,” Marinette attempted.

            “Open your eyes, Marinette. This is Felix. Adrien is currently at home utterly distraught. He just received some devastating news that destroyed him. I would wager he could use his cousin along with his girlfriend.”

            Felix’s eyes darkened with fear as he nodded. “He will also need his sister, an ankle biter named Alix Kubdel.”

            Bloody Bug’s eye twitched. “If I see her, I’ll inform her. However, I have business with this young lady with our Mayura investigation. If you don’t mind, I’ll be taking her with me while you see to your cousin.”

            “Fine. Everything’s ruined already anyway.”

            Bloody Bug nodded as she scooped up Marinette. She didn’t head to the outskirts, but to Marinette’s rooftop balcony. She put Marinette down as Marinette took a seat on the lounger.

            “So, uh, what do I owe this visit? Did I do something?” Marinette asked.

            Bloody Bug stared at Marinette for a moment, then sighed. She knelt and looked up at Marinette. “I have to ask something, and I’m begging you to be honest with me. Why have you sided with Mayura?”

            Shock and fear plastered all over Marinette’s face. She fought to contain it, but it was too much. “I… I don’t know what you mean. I’m… I’m with you guys. Ever since you freed me of her, I’ve been on your side.”

            “We got rid of the toy she gave you. That doesn’t mean you were freed of her. You went back to her, didn’t you? She made you something new, didn’t she?”

            “What? No. I’d have no reason when I have… I have Luka.”

            Bloody Bug sighed and stood. “Marinette, I know you did. I know you went back to her and asked for a new toy. I know she made one with the peacock and goat.”

            Marinette paled as she pursed her lips and remained silent.

            “I just want to know why, Marinette. Why do you go back to her? Why do you need Adrien so much that you’d take a copy?”

            Marinette looked down. “Isn’t it obvious? I love him. I love him so much, but he doesn’t love me. He doesn’t see how much I love him. I could give him all my love, but he chose Sabrina over me. All I want is him and to shower him with love, but he won’t let me.”

            Bloody Bug felt the full weight of the eyes on her as she considered her words. “What about Luka? Why do you lead him on if you only love Adrien? From my understanding, he loves you, but you don’t love him.”

            “It was the only way to get everyone to shut up. All I heard from them was I needed to let Adrien go, I should look for someone else, Luka likes you, why not him. I just thought I could get them to stop. I thought I could get Alya back if they just… if they thought I had moved on.”

            “But you never did. You lead him on instead, hurting him more.”

            “I didn’t-! I didn’t mean to! I just… he’s not Adrien. He never will be. And all I want is Adrien. That’s why… that’s why when Mayura came… I just… I just….”

            The weight of the eyes were near unbearable for Bloody Bug as Marinette broke down. She glanced around but saw only her and Marinette. She hummed and sat beside Marinette.

            “So, what now?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “I… I just want Adrien. I just-.”

            “Is it Adrien you want, or just people to want you?”

            “What do you mean?”

            “Sounds like you gave up everything in the pursuit of Adrien. Your friends, any connections you had, anything if it meant him. So much that you were willing to make a deal with a devil.”

            “What? No! Mayura isn’t like that! She just… she wanted to help me. She gave me exactly what I wanted. She gave me Adrien.”

            “But he wasn’t real.”

            “I don’t care! I had someone I could care about. I had someone I could love. And they loved and cared about me! It wasn’t like with Kim who tricked me and hurt me. Him and his stupid pranks. I thought… I thought…!”

            Marinette broke down again. Bloody Bug frowned as she reached out to comfort Marinette when she stood up.

            “I thought when I met Adrien, he was the one. Thunder rolled and lightning striked. It was love at first sight. I was determined, but then Hawkmoth went and ruined everything. He gave me those powers when Alix was stealing Adrien from me, and again for the same reason, but I don’t even remember what I did that second time. And now Adrien hates me, won’t even look my way. I just wanted to love him, and now he won’t even look at me!”

            Marinette wailed as she crumbled to the floor. Bloody Bug pinched the bridge of her nose as thunder rumbled in the distance. She sighed and moved to the floor with Marinette to wrap this up.

            “Marinette, I’m sorry for what happened. It’s unfortunate what happened, but we can’t change what happened. We just… we just need to live with it. Mistakes and all.”

            “But I don’t want to. I just want Adrien. I just want to be loved.”

            “I know, and it sucks. There’s a lot of things I’ve done that I regret now, but I have to live with them. It’s just part of life to learn to live with the bad things. We may not like them, they’re ugly, but refusing they were a part of us is a disservice to who we were and where we came from. I think you can see it, can’t you? A few short months ago I was yelling at you and not listening to a word you said.”

            Marinette sniffled. “It seems longer.”

            Bloody Bug chuckled. “Yeah, yeah it does. Hard believe I’m here listening to you cry about wanting to be loved. Not that there’s anything wrong. Hell, come to find out, that’s something I wanted all along too.”

            “It… it is?”

            “Yeah. Hard to tell when you’re busy pushing people away and building walls so high that no one can get in. But some asshats are too stubborn to give up and squirm their way in. As much as I tried to keep them at bay, I couldn’t deny I craved that closeness again. Now that I have it, I can’t imagine why I tried to live without it.”

            “Lucky. Everyone… everyone that loved me is gone. All I have is… is….”

            “Well, not everyone is gone.”

            “What do you mean?”

            Bloody Bug stood and held out her hand. “You still have me. Let’s amend the past and move forward into the future, together.”

            Marinette hesitated. “What if… what if you hate me again? What if you leave me again too? What if-?”

            “Easy, Marinette. We’ll cross those bridges when they come. No point dwelling on them now. Only make things worse, and we can’t be doing that right now. So, what do you say?”

            Marinette considered before she took Bloody Bug’s hand. Bloody Bug smiled and pulled Marinette to her feet. Marinette glanced up at Bloody Bug, then at the floor.

            “I’m… I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. I just… I love him. I want to be with him.”

            “I know. I want to make one thing clear, I won’t help you in that pursuit. If you pursue him, that’s all you. However, I will be here every few days to check on you. And, unfortunately, since you were involved with Mayura afterwards, I will need the goat clips back.”

            Marinette grimaced and fidgeted with her hands. “I… I don’t have them anymore.”

            “What?”

            “She… she came and took them this morning. Said I could keep them and lose my… or give them to her and keep my… oh, I’m so sorry.”

            Bloody Bug prickled with annoyance from the news and unease from the eyes. “It’s… well, fuck, it’s not alright. Dammit. Alright, fine. Just… just be careful, ok?”

            “Will you still come by in a few days?”

            “Yes. I’ll see you then, Marinette.”

            Bloody Bug waved and headed out. She landed atop a building several blocks away before she took out her yo-yo. She slid it up and scrolled through her contacts. She saw some of the boys were transformed with the names “Ox”, “Mouse”, “Fox”, and “Snake” in her list. She ignored them and tried to find Porcelet but saw Gallic Chick. She groaned and dialed Gallic Chick. She waited a few rings before Gallic Chick picked up.

            “The mighty and incredible Gallic Chick speaking. How may I help you?”

            “Where are you?”

            “Oh, well hello to you too, Bloody Bug. How are you doing?”

            “Stressed. Where is Porcelet and where are you?”

            “Porcelet is currently comforting a very distraught Adrien. I, on the other hand, just finished my report to the emergency services before they carted Gabriel’s barely alive body away.”

            “Please tell me you didn’t let certain information out yet.”

            “Oh, heavens no. Amelie specifically asked that I didn’t so she could figure out what to do. Something about concern for Adrien falling under her protection, house, assets, legal stuff, you know.”

            “Thank goodness. What about the brooch?”

            “What brooch?”

            “The butterfly brooch. His miraculous. Didn’t you or Porcelet get it?”

            “Uh, no.”

            “Fuck. Get that brooch. We cannot allow another to fall into Mayura’s hands.”

            “Another?”

            “Look, I’ll explain later. Can you… can you just go to Chat Noir or Porcelet, whoever, and ask them to message Pom Pom to meet me atop Notre Dame Catherdral?”

            “Oh, is someone in trouble? You should be. You did almost die, again.”

            “Concerns ignored for now, Gallic Chick. Just tell Pom Pom, please. I need to talk to her, and I told her I’d talk later. Well, later is here and I want to get this over with.”

            “Fine. Don’t know why you can’t do it yourself, but fine.”

            Bloody Bug’s eye twitched as she hung up the call. She took several deep breaths to case the frustration away while the unease of the eyes remained. She shook herself as she headed off to the Cathedral.

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